Traducción: Trilhas sonoras (as outras faixas) trilha sonora. O balanço [everclear].
brawling scratches mean a bad hair day go on and press your face all up against the glass watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn swing and
Morning, this morning the curtains are shut I'd ring you in the morning but the phone's been cut Can you hear me, I've been calling all day Can you hear
you are a loser just like i was you are a loser like the rest of your friends you're a loser in the worst way i think you're losing just to make up
See you roll your eyes You know it makes me smile Yes you are like the sun to me All bright as liquid fire I feel so powerless Hold you up above the
All I want to do is get back to you Connection, I just can't make no connection But all I want to do is to get back to you Everything is going in the
Yeah I hear the hum in my ear It keeps me awake sometimes I can deal with most everything I'm out of my mind When you're out of my side I would give
I'm standing here on the ground The sky above won't fall down See no evil in all directions Resolution of happiness Yeah, things have been dark for
kathy please just go away don't let hazel see you when you're high just take a walk to your sleazy bar come back after i've come down cross the street
she is livin' far away from a lonely man in the san francisco bay, he is dreamin' hard of a girl all claid in bad plaid and mad at the whole world,
hey, makes me wonder, why i just let them slip away, i'd trade my family and my friends, for an endless happy hour i know, sometimes i talk too much
i am dreaming of a michigan girlfriend all bright-eyed and happy in pain i am dreaming of a michigan girl see her come around fall down, break & scatter
I am the son, I am the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> I am the son and
then they came on me they dragged me from the bar still wet from sweat and beer i bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear these men broke my
we had a mutual friend and he said you've been talking again i'm not responsible for your life falling apart i'm not responsible you and me could have
you do that romeo be what you wanna be look like you runnin' in place do that stupid dance for me do that romeo that go-go romeo i see you twist and
Can you hear them They talk about us They're telling lies Well, that's no surprise Can you see them See right through them Yeah that happens to you Nothing
Santa baby, just slip a guitar under the tree for me Been an awful good boy Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 convertible
