: [from "Morning Glory" soundtrack] Arms around my body Kisses on my skin I walk away I walk away But he lingers Maybe it should matter More to be
look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps
at you all see the love there that?s sleeping While my guitar gently weeps. I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently weeps
look at you all See the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor And I see it needs sweeping Still, my guitar gently weeps
tells the world that it's sleeping But as the night came round I heard it slowly sound It wasn't roaring it was weeping It wasn't roaring it was weeping
all alone Weeping willow tree Weep in sympathy Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me When the shadows fall, hear me willow and weep for me Oh, Weeping
: C'est l'histoire d'un type moyen Qui n'avait jamais pu pleurer. Il en avait pas les moyens, Pourtant, il aurait bien aime, Car de pleurer, ca vous
: Recuerdo las noches que siempre pasaste amor, decias que siempre querias vivir a mi lado, promesas que solo quedaron, clavadas para siempre en mi alma
hace me miro a los ojos me quizo besar lo corte de una lomande a pasear. Me pidio disculpas muy desesperado y yo le grite: borrate tarado el me dijo: dame otra
