пользователей контакта. Мне часто задают вопрос там, у тебя есть 2 страница? Вот чё раздул такую х*йню, слушайте. Эй, ёу ёу Сижу в контакте, ....добавляй
, Это не тайна, ты - та, и то что ты где-то там - не беда. Выходи на контакт, выходи на контакт, выходи, выходи на контакт. Где-то далеко уютной комнатой
[missy] When I through my uh!! in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
I've got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote I'd come on over but I haven't got a raincoat Have we got contact You and me? Have we got touchdown
If only there was time to say it all I'd say it all If only every sound that I made said it all Oh... Distant Warning Contact Warning Out of control
This is the moment I been waitin' on And thinkin' on the whole day through I'm so excited that my tongue gets tied When I get next to you It's all messed
There was the first time I saw you in the underground You only heard the voices in the wind Then came the next time They called me to the great unknown
(Bachman/Cummings) Can I be somewhere when I'm nowhere Gaze through a diabetic eye Can I put down the right to be put down And never known the right
Yesterday I went shopping buddy down to the mall Looking for something pretty I could hang on my wall I knocked over a lamp before it hit the floor
Contact Contact You've been avoiding me Like a cat tryin' to dodge a dog I never see ya shine You're as cold as the London fog You claim you want my
(Chorus: Evidence) Its like that, no doubt we keep it live Twenty-four, seven, three sixty-five Its swollen mebers world wide This is full contact Spit
(s. gainsbourg/konishi) Translators: andrei dos santos cunha O-hoshi-sama ga Heart ni meichu O-isha-sama wo Yonde chodai Contact! Gusari to hoshi
Hearts aren?t really our guides We are truly alone ?Cause God ain?t up in the sky Holding together our bones Remember we used to speak Now I?m starting
Veins, scream for more needles your a whore, do anything to get one in to feel the warmth of this deadly pin to be sick is pergatory when your numb
I'm losing, losing touch with my mind I'm falling, falling way behind I'm walking, down a one way street I'm trying, trying to find my feet I need it
Parecen las calles mas desiertas, nina Desde que senti tu mano en la mia Tu boca el mezcal que adormece mi cordura Se alertan los poros, se abre la piel
I Remember All The Marks It Left Up My Arm Just Trying To Find My Vein Sometimes It Would Hurt Hurt So Much But I Kept On Going Ignoring Ignoring The
Astrid, do you recall the Sundays at the Spa with double straws from a carton with a heart on. Who could ask for more? You'd assure me you'd support me
