Whose eyes am I behind? I don't recognize anything that I see Whose skin is this design? I don't want this to be the way that you see me I don't understand
I ain?t no new sensation, no, no But I?m better than I ever been I ain?t no new sensation, no, no But I?m better than I ever been Take a look at my situation
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In the mornin', don't say you love me 'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door Well I know your name is Rita 'Cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter Since
Well there ain't much entertainment In a town this size and all So I got myself up, dressed for this arraignment 'Cause I don't think I'm ready for the
Traducción: Alive At Last. Outro Passo descer as escadas.
: Well this is just between us but between us let's get high In pictures I have seen her and to see her is truly fine She's on fire She's on fire Flowers
: I need a sign to let me know you're here All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere I need to know that things are gonna look up 'Cause
around at what I got And without you, it ain't a lot But I got every, with you, everything Maybe you could pollinate over the Golden Gate Take a left hand turn at
: Well there ain't much entertainment In a town this size at all So I've got myself up, dressed for this arraignment Cause I don't think I'm ready for
: To be that good, it must be taxin' No such thing as satisfaction You're makin' things happen while I'm relaxin' Like a Sunday afternoon My dad used
: When it rains it pours and opens doors And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry And in the midst of sailing ships we sink
: Sleepless nights and endless days And all I do is promise to change my ways Leave the lights on, you know I'll pretend you're on you're way You used
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: I remember when every other day was bad You were my brother, so tall was all you had. Sireno was dead but we had you instead Now I remember our precious
: (Ron Wood, Rod Stewart) In the mornin' don't say you love me, 'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume
feel Like they're all kinda friends in a way No best friend, well one but she's crazy Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy The last of six kids that
all faded And that heaven is overrated Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were looking at
