выгодно: болтать и спорить. Много вопросов заплетены в косы. Кремль. Звёзды. Строгое лицо Москвы. Кто твой президент? Как говорят, тот и есть ты. Плывут
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
The phone starts ringing again I think it's my girlfriend This time I know this it's finally over She keeps bringing me down, will this all turn around
Broken words said to me These broken mirrors make it hard to see Does anyone feel the same I need some help, I need some change Broken dreams and broken
Everytime I see you, I can see right through you Knowing I could never change your mind I look into your eyes for the last time I have realized for the
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You get me so simply But my heart won't let me I won't forget that night I saw her at the movies She has this way about her, she smiles whenever she
I saw her yesterday And I never felt a feeling like the one I felt today And now she's takin' over me I've never met anyone like you 'Cause I never could
From underneath I wanted you to see the first thing That I ever poured my heart into You'll never know the pain that I've been through I'm not so sure
Billy made a promise but didn't end though Carrie had a dream but she threw it out the window Kevin met a nice girl who broke his heart And his friends
When we were younger, we used to sit on my porch And talk smack about girls and professional sports There's a lot of things I wanted to say But never
I took a walk down a country road I know this might sound dumb maybe But I was all alone If you think that I'm going somewhere Take my hand I'll lead
Dear Mr. President I'm a soldier With the 80nd airborne Stationed overseas My family and my friends All pray that God Is watching over me But even
Je suis en regle comme mes papiers tu peux m'epier, conspirer, pire Esperer, voir me virer, tirer, fuir me faire cuire, me cuisiner, m'usiner Ta fraise
When we were younger we used to sit on my porch And talk smack about girls and professional sports There's a lot of things I wanted to say But never got
Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
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