Come on Every other, every other time I said let's talk about it As she walked out on me and slammed the door But I just laugh about it 'Cause she's
Tradução: Bandas sonoras (pistas) soundtrack. La Buena Vida (Remix) [Faith Evans F Ja Rule, Cadillac Tah, Vita].
Tradução: Bandas sonoras (pistas) soundtrack. La Buena Vida [francis Dunnery].
t fight Like this city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life A good, good life! Oh, Oh, yeah, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, good, good, life. Good, good, life
it No friends, no stress its the good life Lay back, relax in the good life Good love, no mess in the good life Wanna live in the good life [Ja Rule
LO SCORDERO' MAI BASTA VOLERLO E LA TUA VITA SA DI BUONO E LO SA life tasted good coca-cola in ogni storia lei e dentro di te life tasted good coca
s right. Some hard days, some hard nights, Twenty-one years still nothing's right. Nothing's right, nothing's right. Where do I go? This is the story of my life
world, and you go out just the same. Today could be the worst day of your life. Of your life, it's your life. [Chorus:] But these are the chronicles of life
I hate when you say you need me You don't need me I hate even worse That I need you, it kills me When I was young, I loved to be by myself, all alone
Send me to bed My head's drowning out The thick and blurry sounds Of horses on the highway The days are running down And I'm drowning out This overwhelming
You flipped the sign in your window But, baby, are you really closed? I got nowhere else to run to I sure as hell ain't running home We could crash back
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You try too hard For the perfect beginning You're so let down When the beauty starts fading Once beaming with confidence Now brooding with doubt Pack
's breath The same bouquet she caught on their first date That night he was a king He flew in town for business and ended up at the wedding They shared life
What strange and lovely dreams Crashing through the streets Driving off the cliff Smashing on the stones Tossed out to the sea To drift, and sink, and
You think too much Such terrible endings You drink so much To start the forgetting And you're so mad at yourself But you forget what about When it gets
Like a butcher that picks on the day's remains Purchased on the TV Lackadaisical, lacking any will to be Anything other than depressing Dear sister
