: Instrumental
ist hier leider nicht meh frei. Aber plotzlich steht der Alte wie ein Felsen in der Tur, hebt die Hande und sagt: ?Junge, nicht mit mir.? Ich gehor? zum alten
Truth of the matter is I'm complicated You're as straight as they come You go 'bout your day, baby While I had from the sun It's better if you don't
Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
In the heat of the fight, I walked away Ignoring words that you were saying, trying to make me stay I said this time I've had enough And you've called
For you, I made sure I clear my schedule This weekend was fully devoted to you You said you were coming through real soon That was now a couple hours
das alte leid Meine Tranen mit gelachter fangt Und auf der matte fault ein junger leib Wo das schicksal seine puppen lenkt Fur die selbe sache und das alte
Grandma Lousie Uncle Joe Aunt Joanne Uncle Para And to all of those names That I do not know But whose blood runs through my veins This is a song for
Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old
The first time I heard "Peggy Sue", I was 12 years old Russians up in rocket ships and the war was cold Now many wars have come and gone, Genocide still
Jazz, Woody, Nokio, Sisqo Dru Hill This is the foundation The foundation that made me These are my niggas I guess this is one way to make the world sing
Just a few old memories Slipped in through my door Though I thought I had closed it So tightly before, I can't understand it Why it should bother my mind
You're sweet as a honey bee But like a honey bee stings You've gone and left my heart in pain All you left is our favorite song The one that we danced
Well, I'm tryin', yes I'm tryin just to get a line on you Where you been? But I'm havin' trouble puttin' a find on you I'm wearin' thin Somebody else
(Chorus) Shawty Got Potential Tell Me What The Issue If Dont Call You Right Back I Aint Tryna Diss You I Know You The Wifey Type I Know I Do Shit You
Some other time I could resist you, yes Some other time Not now There is no rhyme Now that I've kissed you With all that is me, I thee endow Imagine
Some other spring I'll try to love Now I still cling To faded blossoms Fresh when worn Left crushed and torn Like the love affair I mourn Some other
M. field / n. oliphant The same old story It's as old as the stars above The same old story Of a boy and a girl in love The scenes say more moonlight