I'm tired of getting postcards And tired of paying long distance bills Baby be back soon I'm tired of dreaming of sex And tired of not being able to show
L.A. L.A. hasn't killed me yet, oh no Err anyways Anyways, the Sun still shines through Some days, It's hard enough just to leave my car Some ways,
Wasted all day, killing all the Capulets Find a new face, bring a whores' namesake Keep that set straight, Holly gonna DJ Flip that Holocaust, hang it
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All across the virgin snow And through the naked trees On a cold winter's night His song is on the breeze Where the moonlight paints the frost Upon the
[Music: Paul O'Neill, Robert Kinkel] [Instrumental] THAT FIRST LETTER, THAT SHE HAD READ IN THAT ATTIC FAR FROM BED WAS FROM A FATHER TRYING TO SAY
Traducción: Williams, Andy. Azevinho.
Traducción: Azevinho. Dando-lo para você.
Traducción: Azevinho. Todos serão esquecidos.
Traducción: Azevinho. Ainda Amor.
Traducción: Azevinho. Pesados.
Traducción: Azevinho. Sábados.