, the cleansing With all our lives at stake from at rest to present are sitting high Among the elect on march the saints March March March March We
cooking French cuisine He's pictured on the front of money magazine This Christmas I want something I've never had 'Cause Santa's got a brand new Santa's got, Santa
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(Chorus) You single? Female: Ia??m single You mingle? Female: I mingle When together our bodies tingle You and I girl Together wea??ll take on the world
I could hear the shutters banging in my mother's house And the wind just kept blowing off the lake I ran down to the front door and told the ambulance
The belle of St. Mark was a frail but a passionate creature Ebony hair and eyes a deep blue-green The belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to
I wanna go where the action is, I wanna run where the good times roll, Where all the mods are hanging at the high, I wanna go where the punkers run the
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Mi sembravi alto altissimo quando ero piccolino eri il mio gigante buono che giocava a nascondino mi batteva forte il cuore mentre stavo ad aspettare
Trees of life are blooming and your word plants the seed And we see it growing, yeah Your kindness leading to repentance and we see traces of deliverance
Holy presence, gentle brush of angel's wings Creatures strange, breathing heavenly breaths Encircle the throne still they are saying Holy, Holy, Holy
En mi viejo San Juan Cuantos suenos forje En mis anos de infancia Mi primera ilusion Y mis cuitas de amor Son recuerdos del alma Una tarde me fui A esa
chi si macchia di grandezza. Io sono qui a Sant'Elena, Africa occidentale, e soltanto la mia anima, un giorno, da qui potra scappare. Io sono qui a Sant
(Jackson Browne) Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror
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s irony The cleansing With all our lives at stake From at rest to the present Are sitting high among the elect On march the saints... March We have
C'est vrai je fume trop C'est vrai que je bois trop, avec des gens qui parlent trop Il est vrai que je traine un peu trop C'est vrai je sort trop C'est
