[Guitar solo from Black Page Parco Redecesio, Milan July 7, 1982 FZ CUSTOM STRAT Ray White rhythm guitar Steve Vai stunt guitar Tommy Mars keyboards
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find I'm lost at home, out of time The coins I flip land on their side I'm holding my breath at your end of town I'm just passing by, not for the first
to show and tell I can picture them sneering at Back stabbing, how gouache Each other?s weak attempts at wit I don?t think so I know, I know Let's not
Тепло, не пло- Хохотать, Падать, пыль глотать, перезаряжать. Стекло, как назло Лиловые ловят лучи, and I love it И ты тоже можешь, мы не по коже похожи
Мы смотрим фильмы или снимся нам самим, А если снимся - это сон с тяжелого похмелья Я знаю, я останусь цел и невредим, Когда взорву все города и выкурю
gone'n that's the kinda bitch you can call at 2 n the morning Chorus: Ice Cube Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me Not
his mouth throw some hands with the General walk one day in the shoes of a criminal death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal I'm not talkin' about
and certainly more than diffedence and if you ask me now would i repeat it Would i fight in a war i don't believe in Well the answer is if not me where
girls no faster. I shoulda left my phone at home, ’cause this is a disaster! Callin’ like a collector - sorry, I cannot answer! Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at
Gettin home too late, Fallin on my face, Way too drunk to skate And actin a fool I was that kid never doing Good at Nothing except for maybe At
La Perl-a Let me take you to Indonesia Where nobody can reach us There’s no need to take your phone 'Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your
faith, do it like the church say She the one for me and I don't care I hear my heart say Thought I had a home run But I guess at first base I found out
elsewhere Somethin' wild that 'chu can't compare. Bangin' on my wood drum now Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now. Sittin' at home
and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody Shine. C'mon." It's not luck that I'm
greatestWhorehouse in the area - up - to - Canada Home of the stars (like the Beatles) That's why the club - is - called - just as (There) I'll (also) wanna be famous At
