翻訳: ジューカChaves. 共犯.
翻訳: Chespirito. ここでキーカムズ.
翻訳: dejavuの. キーを再生する.
I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you Everything you've done You were the girl who
I'm gonna call in a day, the company's gone and I'm all alone All by myself and I'm meeting you, baby, yeah Inside my mind now I realized shadows will
I got the key to the highway Packed up and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running 'Cause walking is 'most too slow I'm going back down to the border
I cashed in all my chips tonight And combed my hair to look just right 'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout you and me girl And we got somethin' goin' on You
Ay, ay (Chorus-Big Sean) I'm from a big city Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
How come you say you will and then you won't You change your mind and then you say you don't The mystery is why I play the goat The mystery you call love
Take the key and you'll find Lovin' you makes me feel I hold the key in my heart you know it's true When love time is right I shall give it a give it
Just like every cross you ever carried, every badge you ever wore Every vow you've ever taken, every oath you ever swore Every kiss you've ever stolen
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(S. Sinclair) There's a key to open every heart You must play your part To open the door There's a dream for each to be fulfilled A yearning to be stilled
The people's key ringing through arena seats The black machine played it all from memory A fever dream, well, I'll come back eventually To wade into the
Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a
Hold on tight, beginner's mind The wheel is spinning too Fast to make your move The worst must be assumed Oh, how they'll try to pull and pry Away what
I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive
Pilgrim across the water We are the same, brother Hitchhiking back to Zion Holding our tears as we flip the album What if this leads to ruin? You got
