The First Nowell, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter
Well the first time that I saw you You looked down and out And I had my doubts about you But baby since I've come to know you I ain't got no doubts what
I am a tiny machinist I have the smallest plans We have a mind television The gift of idle hands I've been re-educated To bleed technology Even more
Ugh (Come on, uh) Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Yo, yo (Uh, uh, uh) Let's talk about who I am Blond bee,
explicacion Quizas te parezca facil que soporte este dolor Que cargue con tu dolor Porque este es mi primer dia sin verte Este es mi primer dia sin
You were the section of my magazine You blew my mind like noone of the human kind You were the only one i could ever speak This secret language between
In the car I just can't wait To pick you up on our very first date Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance? Do you
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Le soleil est pres de moi Le soleil est pres de moi Le soleil est pres de moi Le soleil est pres de moi Le soleil est pres de moi Le soleil est pres
(fasterley/brilleaux/mayo) Sheila sheila well what you know I should have said this a long time ago You got a case of the shakes A case of the shakes
Airport torture. Patience! Wait! The tannoy shouts you've just arrived and fingers tap and eyes are strained - they wander through the queue for recognition
black or white it's all a disgrace mockery of the human race don't think you really wanna try it it's a total racial riot chorus: racial rupture - peace
Well, I ain't about to go to school And I'm sick and tired of Golden Rules They say I'm crazy From the wrong side of the tracks I never see them but they
[Bruce Springsteen cover] Saigon, it was all gone The same coke machines as the streets i grew on Down a mesquite canyon we come walking along the ridge
Well, I don't wanna be a soldier, mama, I don't wanna die Well, I don't wanna be a sailor, mama, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a failure, mama
September skies Bodies falling Never again will you catch me admiring Those vast September skies October skies Hate is flying Crimson leaves slowly falling
You can talk about your neighbor You can grab him by the collar You can hurt him only if he hollers "Let me go, let me go" But we all know that?s old