Let's put a new coat of paint On this lonesome old town Set 'em up, set 'em up We'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress babe I'll wear a tie, we'll
it was over when he had the plan to start a-workin' on a muscle man yeah, now the only thing that gives me hope is my love of a certain dope rose tints
(M.Moore/J.Renald) Where do I go from here? I?m feeling a little hollow You got any old ideas You?re not using? I?ll bring ?em right back I guess it
la tarde, soy malo. Si yo salgo por la noche, mas malo. Que pena, mira lo que te has perdio nino por no haber fumao Tanta tinta tonta que te atenta
tus escamas que son los tiros que dan al alma Si quieres verme estoy en las ramas. Fijate un objetivo distinto que soy como un vino tinto q si me
The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour The
The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour the
I'm falling off the barstool mama in this old ghost town saloon Where sunlight moves like sadness across the room Oh my sweet mama if you could only see
Is it worth it? Can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me Not enough to feed the hungry I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now In this
This leaves out a lot of the repetions on this lyric sheet, and I'm pretty sure a few sections are out of order compared with the recorded song. King
They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn In chess, without exception, white moves the first pawn They called it "Black Tuesday" when the stock
Autumn Tint Of Gold Descending from the night sky, a shimmering tint of gold. Masses of messengers sent for blood now come forth. Descending from the
[Kid Ink] Yeah You know I gotta keep it (100) (100) lets get it Ok, I-I'm so fly I feel like a swan My time is money, ring me alone Flip it to the
Picture is incomprehensible The reptiles want to solve the riddle Don't like it? Then cry and hate it. The rebels want to imitate it Try your own neck
it was over when he had the plan To start working on a muscle man Now the only thing that gives me hope Is my love of a certain dope Rose tints my world
Frankie fan But it was over when he had the plan To start a-working on a muscle man Now the only that gives me hope Is my love for a certain dope Rose tints
I am just a weary singer Moving through this world of ills Hark the choir of predecessors When the paint grows darker still Once I found a golden trumpet
Rot ist der Wein blau ist das Meer und strahlend der Sonnenschein. Süß wie der Wein so soll die Liebe immer für uns sein. Hörst