ooo, ooo, ooo ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo Sweet lovely are you coming home some day Everybody misses you here I called you up last night Spoke your name
Käännös: Jessie Farrell. Coming Home Jono laulu.
My shadow follows me Wherever I should chance to go John, The Gun did say ''If you should chance to meet me As I wander to and fro Sad would be your day
Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said, ?You've got to go back? You know they didn't even give
[Instrumental] (A wind up music box was recorded and released as this song, at the end Cas says something indistinct)
Standing on the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the Mac Said, "You've gotta go back" You know, they didn't even give
Esta es la historia de Juan El nino que nadie amo Que por las calles crecio Buscando el amor bajo el sol Su madre lo abandono Su padre lo maltrato Su
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What a waste, I could've been your lover What a waste, I could've been your friend Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick When it's blowing
She said, "Climb on in, let's take a drive" Man, she sure took me for one big ride She left me stranded way outside of town Now I'm out on love's highway
I woke up to find her gone in the misty morning's light Somewhere before the dawn she had taken flight Well, you know there ain't no telling Where that
Well, I've danced with many while the music played But when the song was over I felt the feeling fade And my heart was empty and the pleasure gone But
This was the last place this was the wrong time Still here you are in my arms Dancing cross the floor Like the moon dances with the stars Feels like
She hears his footsteps, he walks up the path And when the letter drops her heart beats fast She picks up the envelope then she turns her face away
[Dedicated In Hate To Pope John Paul II] (Do you think) what the church does is right? Their deeds are the way to the light? But the church does profit
ROD Aah, an afternoon alone with My favorite book, "Broadway Musicals of the 1940s." No roommate to bother me. How could it get any better than this?
Rain Rain rain the walls face and hands blues are a shower rain, brother's in the hallway fighting against the world I'm practicing voodoo in the bedroom