носитель, многого свидетель, Избыток соблазнов тайных, много разных. И звон монет нас манит туда, где опасность. Поверь, мне этот город много повидал
Long ago, but not so very long ago The world was different, oh yes, it was You settled down and you built a town and made it live And you watched it grow
City of screaming statues Your soul will grow to understand and respect this place It will be with you in your heart, on your journey The gates of the
And you know the sun's settin' fast, And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts. Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye, But hold on to your lover, '
Goin past grafitti walls Billboards lighting up the block Everyone of us on a mission Oh yeah Because the light is out the door Today was crazy but, Tonight
City Is Ours (Big Time Rush) The city is ours (2x) (Kendall) Rolling past graffiti walls Billboards lighting up the block Everyone one of us on a mission
Is that a guitar or a machine gun? Don?t make me take it away You know I think you are a bad one I can tell by your face Get down on the ground now Don
Dear Bradenton You have been good to me You've kept your word And got me through these years All I ask is that you'll be there When I return From Anna
Oh yeah.. Drivin' by the drive in movies Started thinkin' 'bout me and Suzie And how we used to spend those Saturday nights Later on we'd be out cruisin
"Mr. Mayor, the mission burns the zombies are marching, they close on the square Families are cold, look down at their souls huddled in camps on the old
we were all that we had and we were thicker than blood we would spend all our time in my room dreaming of all the things we would do when it came time
I want my life to be more like a symphony With chords encased, and scores of grace that rivals symmetry I want my chance to behold the truth and watch
Magic expectation, the evening is starting to shine Neon-colored romance, the promise that you could be mine Dreams are full of music, my heart memorizes
Billy cut his hair last night The cops said he didn't look right For our town We sell poultry, eggs and meat, but Your kind don't shop on this street
Verse 1 Now the season is turning, turning The air is getting colder, as we get a little older We remember all the fun and games we?ve had over the
You will like the folks, you meet, in our town The folks, you meet on any street, in our town Pick out any cottage, white or brown They're all so appealing
Written by ricky & marty wilde This is your town, this is my place This is where my whole world is lived in Nothing much, and just out of reach of all
I hear something in the sounds that surround me That only seems to remind me That I'm lost and longing for a different place and time I wanna be walking
