mica stinchi di santo, noi siamo a Tabarca. Se siamo venuti a Tabarca ci sara anche un motivo. Ma e meglio esser stinchi di santo o ?legere? a Tabarca
The countryside is being eaten by the very structure than we lean on love letters for bonfires and campfire songs for city children no where to run distance
You were my first love Not the kissing kind You did not laugh You did not lie We were a bonfire Burning with stories We pooled our glories Yeah we piled
si tu crois que j'ai eu tort Attends Respire un peu le souffle d'or Qui me pousse en avant Et Fais comme si j'avais pris la mer J'ai sorti la grand
Woke up at eight, started a fire had a few drinks, we all felt inspired jumped in the stream, our shoes and canteens the water is bitter cold laid
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November - fire will light the sky In the bonfire of your burning heart Seasons change to suit you Winter skies they tend to blow In October little
Well I never really expected this kind of thing She should have been enough I bumped into you somehow You'll come back My duct-taped vest was my party
Emptiness falls nothingness calls dust settles in my head a static tv stares back at me we are soulless we are soulless yeah nothing inside nothing
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[Intro: kung fu sample from "8 Diagram Pole Fighter"] Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness
Today I'll talk about kindness Justice, faith and kindness I want you to listen carefully Kindness and faith are the foundation Without them, we can'
The countryside is being eaten by the very structure that we lean on love letters for bonfires and campfire songs for city children nowhere to run distance
I'm so weary of taking up space Sending junk mail to the whole human race Stole my genome from the salt of the earth Weighed my brain for to see what
Welcome to your life You better watch your steps Well, they could turn to fire That could sear through your shoes And through your feet Move up your
SpongeBob: Lets gather around the campfire And sing our campfire song Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song And if you don't think that we can sing it faster
Woke up at eight, started the fire Had a few drinks, we all felt inspired Jumped in the stream, our shoes and canteens The water was bitter cold Laid
Sitting 'round the campfire Waiting for my turn Sitting 'round the campfire Waiting for my turn Oh I've been waiting all week Just to talk to Jimmy
