The party hasn't started 'till there's spike in the punch. (Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.) The party hasn't started 'till there's spike in the
That party hasn't started till there's spike in the punch Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girl More ups and downs than a trampoline <a href="http://
Meme si je suis amoureuse Le bonheur me tracasse C'est une coquille creuse Il faut bien que je m'y fasse Pourquoi je fais mes lacets C'est comme ca des
Un reste de racine c?est un peu solitaire C?est un eclat de verre c?est la vie le soleil C?est la mort le sommeil c'est un piege entrouvert Un arbre
look around then look down are you rising up or are you stagnant break free from your boundaries hold back for nothing cutlooose separation and find
(M. Ferradini) L'eco dei passi giu nel cortile, un'altra certezza sta per svanire. Scorre la vita e acqua di fiume che non puoi fermare, ci porta
Let?s go down to the sound tonight Tide is low and we can walk on water Reel me in under that starry light Just like the fisherman?s daughter Baby
Seen a lot of people come through New Orleans Get down in the "Easy" for a change of scene Now the word is out all over this old town The big time for
I know I might look like just a regular guy Look a little deeper and you might be surprised, Rough around the edges like the cuff of my jeans Stay a
This living's killing me Scaring me to death Somehow the stage has become The source of our distress Right now it's where I belong And right now I'm
Have you ever woke up in the morning With an alligator sitting on your steps Chop 'em up, throw 'em in a soup Make some shoes with whatever you got left
The levee's gonna break, the water's so high And they're tryin' to make me move It's been rainin' 6 days and 14 nights I got way too much to lose I
Let's go home. To a place we can call our own, we can live there together, be in love forever and never have to be alone. Would you try? Or would
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Un pas, une pierre, un chemin qui chemine Un reste de racine, c'est un peu solitaire C'est un eclat de verre, c'est la vie, le soleil C'est la mort,
Monti, Cerruti, Bigazzi, Savio Signore e signori, vi parlo dal palco delle autorita... Dove viene in mente qualsiasi cosa, anche qualcosa di troppo
Son las aguas de marzo cerrando el verano Promesa de vida de tu corazon. Palo, piedra, camino ohh perdido paso, puente, rana Es un bello horizonte, una fiebre temprana Son las aguas