a me non suona strana LEGALIZE MARJIUANAA eh si la gente mi connosce come mc sanno che tra le mani hoo fumi densi,arrotola sta vela che si vola che
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cosa a me non suona strana LEGALIZE MARJIUANAA eh si la gente mi connosce come mc sanno che tra le mani hoo fumi densi,arrotola sta vela che si vola
You say that in time I'll forget how I feel But time hurts as well as it heals You tell me you're sorry, you know how I feel But do you tell me, do you
Boo-hoo You've got me crying for you And as I sit here and sigh Says, "I, I can't believe it's true" Boo-hoo I'll tell my mama on you The little game
It's really true how nothin' matters No mad, mad world and no mad hatters No one's pitchin' 'cause their ain't no batters in coconut grove Don't bother
Walk me out in the morning dew my honey Walk me out in the morning dew today I can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey I can't walk you out in
Last night I had the strangest dream I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room Filled
My heart cries for you Sighs for you, dies for you And my arms long for you Please come back to me If you're in Arizona, I'll follow you If you're in
I can't believe that when you said that you needed me to stay with you I can't believe that it was just what I needed to save me too I'm in love with
Oh, the sisters of mercy They are not departed or gone They were waiting for me When I thought that I just can't go on And they brought me their comfort
Some of these days You're gonna miss me, baby Some of these days You're gonna feel you're so lonely You'll miss my huggin' You're gonna miss my kissin
If your mem'ry serves you well We were goin' to meet again and wait So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive
There you go and baby here am I Well you left me here so I could sit and cry Well Golly Gee what have you done to me? Oh well I guess it doesn't matter
Quand les hommes vivront d'amour Il n'y aura plus de misere Et commenceront les beaux jours Mais nous, nous serons morts mon frere Quand les hommes vivront
When I woke up this morning You were on my mind And you were on my mind Hey I got troubles, whoa oh I got worries, whoa oh I got wounds to bind So I
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?
Scream the words in melody so I could take it in or I'll pretend to You said you knew so what's new huh? Please don't make the same uh oh's I'm at the
