It doesn't matter that I'm falling apart at the seams Try not to notice when I say I don't know what you mean It makes no difference when I Try hard
Please take me out of here So we can have a ball I've been tied up My face against the wall Who's got trouble, we've got trouble Go ahead make mine a
Strange times in casablanca when people pull down their shades And it's easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why We were to blame Blame
In old Hollywood, proud and gray All of the ghosts gathered 'round the TV We can argue all that you like We can argue until we fight But the loser may
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Stop touching the fucking door, man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter wit' you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours and get real Theatrical
ihren Namen aus. Als ich sagte, Baby, follow me, war die Zeit vom Wind verweht, und ich spürte, was es heißt, wenn einer geht. Casablanca
I'm watching the sky turn from black to the grey And this is the end I know we're not afraid Surrender your hands it's to late to let go We're still
Invisibile amore che fai ti aspetto a quel caffe questa musica entra e va via mi parla gia di te indomabile amore che sai quel volo aspetta te quella
I'm watching the sky turn from black to the grey and this is the end i know we're not afraid surrender your hands its to late to let go we're still
I?ve spent so much time trying to fix your life that I forgot about mine. This time I?m putting my foot straight through the floor. You wont be walking
[Conversation:] Stop touching the fucking door man You so fucking paranoid man What's the matter wit' you man? It's like a nigga could write for hours
Ricordi... Cantavo in un caffe' di Casablanca, cantavo laggiu' dove l'amore e' un'avventura. Mi hai vista tra il fumo e marinai danzare stanca, danzando
E appena il tempo di scaldarmi le mani Come ti chiami e dove andrai assorta mi chiedi E' una locanda calda questa Sul fondo die miei occhiali Tutto e
lontano e dimostrare a questo mondo che ci siamo e poi scappare via ma ci si stanca c'e un'abitudine in agguato a Casablanca E il fantasma di don
Al bar Casablanca seduti all?aperto una birra gelata guardiamo le donne guardiamo la gente che va in passeggiata con aria un po? stanca camicia slacciata
at the temple of black gods i failed again for you - a chilvarous end for a man clandestine enthralling haze a docile sacrifice for your grace resurrect
casablanca c'est la petite soeur de paris (refrain cheba maria) x 2 aji t'chtah tlaa hbet darbeida tlaa, tlaa, tlaa, hbet casa, casa, casablanca khoya casablanca