Tradução: Lifterrine. Partido que vamos a.
: Watch me With your eyes Been giving God A paedophile I want to Be just like you Then I'd be cool Maybe not But We left our eyes Big surprise Kiss
: (J. Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One Like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs And I see them and I say You
free at last, I'm the past, undone in unknown prison, I'm holding on. Peace and need? A mouth to feed? I'm standing way on the other side. I'm staring
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I
you don't know me you just left me you don't know me you just left me you don't know me you just left me you don't know me you just left me And he was
when all I am is not exactly what you require I fell that when I run I'm forced not to perspire that picture that you hold you can't evern begin to be
Watch me with your eyes Been giving God, a pedophile I want to be just like you Then I'd be cool, maybe not But we lift our eyes Big surprise, kiss me
I used to be someone you knew From the beginning he dreamt of conquering The obsession of his life had begun to outdo Anything anyone had ever done before
Down a road less traveled And I see my purpose in front of me And it's simple and It's gentle I found Down a road less traveled And I feel my conscience
Hitch-hiker, hitch-hiker Like a restless tiger you can't stand still And you never will Here I stand and the cars go by Some of them honk and some just
Watch me With your eyes Been giving God A paedophile I want to Be just like you Then I'd be cool Maybe not But We left our eyes Big surprise Kiss me
Elle s'emmerdait Place Saint-Michel, avec des cons, Elle descendait place de l'Horloge, en Avignon, S'emmerder avec des vieux chnoques, De vingt-cinq
(J. Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One Like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs And I see them and I say You are
Lord, you are my lifter yes, you are the lifter of my head (repeat) (Thanks to Arthur for these lyrics)
[includes a quote from The Adventures Of Greggery Peccary] Where did they go? When did they come from? What has become of them now? How much was the
Tradução: Joan Baez. La canción de los autoestopistas ".
