I just turned twenty-nine three years in a row Too young to be the president too old to turn pro But when the seventies came and Elvis died I could not
Ah Henry, you sure bought that whole James Dean thing Right down to the end Drinking beer, banging gears On the outside looking in It was a desperate
We got another one baby, baby. You can call me when you need me I'll be there to the rescue. I can be your lil rich town hero(hero) See your man ain't
Someone?s trying to kill me You read about it in the paper you hear about it on the news the hero?s in town You never know who called him and there?
Перевод: Стюарт, Марти. Родной город героев.
Перевод: Енот. 2. Героя В городе.
Перевод: Сойер Браун. Малые города-героя.
well i'm trying and i'm trying and i can't get through to you i know i haven't been around but who the fuck are you? first you're telling stories and
...You are just so far away ButI decided I need to say Ive got one thing Ive noticed I noticed all the things you say Just seem to take my breathe away
Tonight i am perfect there's nothing to stop me i'll take what i want thick in the air i can taste it warm wind on my face and victory filling my lungs
My soul it past down forty five Heartbeats synchronized, yours with mine Yours with mine Hometown Heroes in disguise We are the, we are the home (Home
Conta si il denaro, altro che no me ne accorgo soprattutto quando, quando non ne ho conta si il denaro altro che, altro che chiacchere Cosa succede
Heros and heroines are scarcer than they've ever been So much more to lose than win the distance never greater Way back when you made history by flying
Par les temps qui courent Il vaut mieux etre fou que sage J'ai rencontre l'autre jour Le dernier des heros de l'aventure Au fond d'un vieux garage
Someone?s trying to kill me You read about it in the paper you hear about it on the news the hero?s in town You never know who called him and there
Tell me you still believe in the cold wind that blows down from above. i can still remember when this war was worth fighting for. say one last prayer
It's been a memory of mine righteous fucking regret. how do you make me feel dirty i see you, i feel your eyes, i can almost see your heart from
Well my dear i'm feeling old and it's all because of you and somehow you said it fucking matters enough to put me in the top ten of your laundry list
