as friends. He'll come around in awhile, but it's so hard to see when the lights go down. And it's hard to believe when the lights go down. And you shake
Love Me Just Like In The Movie But A Movie Is All It Is Figure Me Out We'll Figure This Out And No-One Has Done This So Please Stop Right Now It's Time
t control it so I'll go with it I'm just a girl I won't be changing the world And boy you know that I'm not perfect but I'm perfect for you Oh Oh Oh
can't control it, so I go with it I'm just a girl, I won't be changing the world And boy you know that, I'm not perfect But I'm perfect, for you Oh
that the world is collapsing all around them / because their only concern is their self-absorbed Lego kingdoms / and ideas of a perfect sitcom life / match / light
control it so I'll go with it I'm just a girl I won't be changing the world And boy you know that I'm not perfect but I'm perfect for you Oh Oh Oh
Traduzione: LUCI. Perfect.
Traduzione: Perfezione contorto. Partita, Luci, schemi.
friends. He'll come around in awhile, but it's so hard to see when the lights go down. And it's hard to believe when the lights go down. And you shake
Sonandote como necesidad, pensandote igual que al respirar amar por instinto es tan natural, escuchandote. Nunca crei en la casualidad que nos unio en
out from what I fear that dream is gone and clear and it's not a perfect day for love no it's not a perfect day for loving her it's no perfect day for
Prima parola, lava la bocca E' vicino a te ma non c'e Suona parola che mi vieni in mente E' niente E' la voglia di avere il controllo Su tutto anche
goodbye, it?s Just another perfect day But just from now to [?] A perfect day to die It?s just another life goodbye, it?s Just another perfect day
you never stop killing yourself, you're going into the light it's over now ... it's over now ... you went straight into the light
Dirty fingers, please believe us Everybody dies Guilty perfect, murder suspect That was not your crime You never do nothing (hey) and that's all you
Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I wanna be where the sun meets the sky I wanna be there, it's out of your
on go and still in the game You can not stop me - you can't stop the boss This ain't no red light district Green lights I fly by She say we look like
