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dans nos c?urs, on est un peu des aviateurs sur nos tricycles en roues arrieres moi j'voudrais aller voir la mer, Lula, Lula, Lu-Lula, Lula, Lu-Lula ..
bop-a-lula, she's my baby Be-bop-a-lula, I don't mean maybe Be-bop-a-lula, she's my baby Be-bop-a-lula, I don't mean maybe Be-bop-a-lula, she's my baby
Te he visto andar por las fabelas llevaste aquel olor a pan, comida, poeta urbano que escribes con un licor Quiero volver a ver tus manos y sin alzar
Bajo El Azul De Tu Misterio (1999) Disco 1: En Vivo Saa?l Herna?ndez Hay veces que no tengo ganas de verte; Hay veces que no quiero ni tocarte; Hay
Well Be-bop-a-lula she's my baby Be-bop-a-lula don't mean maybe Be-bop-a-lula she's my baby Be-bop-a-lula don't mean maybe Be-bop-a-lula she's...
1) Well Be-Bop-A-Lula She's My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Don't Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula She's My Baby Be-Bop-A-Lula Don't Mean Maybe Be-Bop-A-Lula She's My Baby
I open my eyes dream about a clown need my mom to hold me tight I open my eyes / I join her in her room today dad's gone I could replace him I join
Oh men, (Oh men) Oh men, (oh men) you've got no money (you've got no money) you've got no friends when I come back from the work I find you lying on
Hello Suzanne how do you do? I'm fine, thank you Hello Suzanne, I'd like to say I missed you Me too I called you cause I wondered if you died I called
Oh my lord, my lord Oh my lord, my lord Just don?t believe in you I don?t believe in you Hey you know what? What? You know what? What? I?m not goin?
If I cry just take my hand and throw my dreams away If I cry just tell me that you want me stay Cause it's lonely here I'm falling in a place Where you
Got the blues I got the blues Got the blues Baby Let me tell you That when I met you I was staring at the boys Playing guitar, singing beautiful love
I want to talk to you about my girl I want to talk to you about my girl I want to talk to you about my girl I want to talk to you about my girl 'Cause
Sixteen time I tried to leave home Sixteen times but I still see a wall Everyday at 4P.M. Hear the bells ringing for the deads Hear the tears falling
I was born and grew up with my ass in the tender grass I have never travelled cause heaven was under my back When I wanna party I just waltz with the
He was a clown With his accordion He made bettles dance All night long When he's sad, he's really sad And when he's happy he's happy, He tickles the
Doctor Robert told me to go home I?ve been waiting for you all the night long You were in his hands For seven hours Between life ans death Now I just
