: So where are you going? Not asking where you have been, I see this reason is growing, I'm asking you to give in. So this is what you call home? Is
: We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds, Ain't on the edge of no popular trend. Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ. We don't care if you '
: I've got my Armageddon boots, brown shades and brand new leather suit Blue lining, blue lining, blue lining white trench coat I sue my own intelligence
: Que de tiempo que no sueno por las noches, que de tiempo que no me abrazas de noche, porque en tu ausencia busco mi alma ennegrecida en esa mezcla
: How many Americans do we have in here tonight? (the crowd cheers) In the days following September 11th last year Everybody that was a poet or a writer
: so come test me, so come break me, so come on intoxicate me with hands tied behind my back, I fight and wait for you to strike a new problem we
So where are you going? Not asking where you have been, I see this reason is growing, I'm asking you to give in. So this is what you call home? Is this
Marie-Madeleine a l'age de cinq ans On n'a jamais vu d'aussi belle enfant Son pere et sa mere lui ont demande Marie-Madeleine veux-tu te marier ? {x
(feat. Rascal Flatts) Baby Tomorrow I'ma hafta fight Leaving at first light And all I can think of is you Baby I can hear you tryin not to cry
when all the trees that line the street turn brown yellow and red times they are a changin' in all that lies ahead but one thing is for certain in everything
Je vous parle de ces droles de soir Qui font qu'on se sent comme sur un sol mouvant De ces instants bizarres Ou tout devient beaucoup trop grand La
Parle: Et ton mari,madame, que fait-il? Qu'est-ce qu'il est devenu? Il est devenu rien, puisqu'on l'a tue Ou ca? Dans la haie Quand ca? Il y a trois
Blue, so blue, was your love, that I held and pursued, And true, so true, the black hand, Oh it takes you back. And you turn to a figure, In the light
Mouth of dust and ruptured windpipe Fairytales for lying cheats They'll lashing out like wolves in barbed-wire Ring the bells and stop the fires, now
Smoke a galouise at the after show Even though you gave up a year ago Think of all the ways to meet your heroes While she wraps you around her ego It
Jimmy would always look out at all the motorcycles as they passed him by in his mama's car they was going somewhere not very far but jimmy just sat
{Refrain:} Bleu, bleu, le ciel de Provence Blanc, blanc, blanc, le goeland Le bateau blanc qui danse Blond, blond, le soleil de plomb Et dans tes yeux
I've got my Armageddon boots, brown shades and brand new leather suit Blue lining, blue lining, blue lining white trench coat I sue my own intelligence