Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen. Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen. Oracion sin final por la agonia lenta del mar. Rezala, tu tambien por esas tierras muertas
Barry Mann & Cynthia Weil HIM: Was I dumb or was I blind Or did my heart just lose its mind Why'd I go and throw our perfect dream away HER: Looking back
end I'm gonna love you forever and ever forever a nd ever, Amen I'm gonna love you forever and ever forever and ever forever and ever forever and ever, - Amen
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Should I even listen, should I even try Will I just be hearing the same old lines, baby See it doesn't matter what you say this time 'Cause our whole
He wants the world Screams everything Follows in love Love brings the fall She is a country Feel for life Follows in love Love brings the fall First tear
He wants the world Screams everything Follows in love Love brings the fall She is a country Feel for life Follows in love Love brings the fall First
me It was a stylish congregation you could see, they'd been around And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town But over in the Amen Corner
She plays, 'Wipeout' on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I, have you got nothing to say? When all words
Leaf by leaf and page by page Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue And all of
September '75 I was 47 inches high Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after
All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But he couldn't sleep at night For fear that she in a stupor
So you wanted to take a break Slow it down some and have some space Fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back, you bitch I want my money
Everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song Just in case by tomorrow it happens he is gone For two weeks and seven days, our fair foreign friend I have
6 a.m. day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold, car seat is freezing The world is sleeping, I am numb An' up the stairs
Well, he shouted out his last word And he stumbled through the yard And she shattered her last China plate And spun off in the car When he lunched onto
I said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say, so I will take it back And all the dishes intact let them be broken Broken It's easy to be,