mia casa gioconda, La Wally ne andra d ate lontana assai, E forse a te non fara mai piu ritorno, Ne piu la rivedrai! Mai piu, mai piu! Ne andro
della madre mia casa gioconda, La Wally ne andra d ate lontana assai, E forse a te non fara mai piu ritorno, Ne piu la rivedrai! Mai piu, mai piu! Ne
Now that you're gone, I feel the pain My heart trembles, I call your name I miss your touch, your soft blonde hair I keep searching for an answer, it
Now that you're gone I feel the pain My heart trembles I call your name I miss your touch Your soft blonde hair I keep searching for an answer It just
Here in this hole we have fixed We get further and further and further and further For what we must do We must do I saw you asleep beside a hole Your
And I don't feel at home in this house anymore I look out a bar window, at our rolling green lawn And I'm trying to remember just where we went wrong
I see you smile and I wonder what you mean with that expression I can't be sure Cause you have fooled me before And every day I try so hard to find you
Christmas is coming, I can tell by the smiles I remember the snowflakes that fell from the sky And covered the village that lay sleeping below Thank goodness
This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through My treasures and my hopes are all beyond the blue; Where many Christian children have gone on before
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Lately I've been walking all alone Through the wind and through the rain Been walking through the streets and finding sweet relief In knowing that it
Verse 1 [Scratch: Telephone ringing] "Who's this? Juanita? Fatima? Solika? Oh, it's Freda? Look, I have a question, just what is
Nobody gets off in this town Trains don't even slow down My high school sweetheart's married and gone They met on a bus to San Antone The Greyhound stops
Maybe a day will come When you look into my eyes And you won't see the love you saw before Maybe a day will come When the words you need to hear from
Words: dylan thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
staring at the sun, wondering what I've done wrong. after all this time it still carries on, after everything is on and gone, I'm just waiting for that
I feel so foolish now Like a king who's lost his crown But my young heart still yearns And my young heart still burns But the violence of this world
