(L.Harline & N.Washington) Troubles really are bubbles they say And I'm bubbling over today Spring brings roses to people you see But it brings hay fever
Paranoia is the insect working its way Through my subconscious thoughts It's the larve of self doubt Gestating in my heart as I spiral down And everything
[Chorus:] One blue sky above us One ocean lapping all our shore One earth so green and round Who could ask for more And because I love you I'll give it
Ma sainte nitouche Tu fais du mal aux gens A gonfler ta bouche Tes levres jusqu'au sang Vois comme on te goute Quand tu mets tes seins en avant Ma sainte
CORO En mi ciudad es muy facil de encontrar a un nino de la calle viviendo como animal...\"EN MI CIDAD\" En mi ciudad es muy facil observar como un nino
Seven years ago This old man said to me Sittin' on his haunches He's tellin' me to get a life Now, money in a jar Never got him far But his story is heavier
Ice in the morning Melting wilder from the sunlight Ice in the evening Freezes traces of the moonlight You feel a pressure building pleasure In your
Love in the asylum is a beautiful thing Stars when your head hits the floor Shock therapy loses its sting baby you want more Sex in war-time is sweeter
I like to speak my mind, say grace at supper time I?m just a dot on the map Ain?t scared to take a stand for this little piece of land Don?t make me take
Written by Tom Hambridge, Jeffrey Steele, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant Mmmmm, Yeah. I was a freckle-faced kid with a buck tooth grin. I was cuttin
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