All the love pretty baby. I have in store for you. All the love pretty baby. I have in store for you. I know you love me baby. You know I love you too.
Ain't that lovin' you baby. Ain't that lovin' you baby. Ain't that lovin' you baby. But you don't even know my name. . Listen to me baby. What I say is true.
All the love pretty baby. I have in store for you. All the love pretty baby. I have in store for you. I know you love me baby. You know I love you too.
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Il sole muore già,. E di noi, questa notte, avrà pietà.... Dei nostri giochi confusi, nell'ipocrisia.... Il tempo ruba i contorni, ad una fotografia..
Ooh, let's go!. . Steve walks warily down the street. With the brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet. Machine guns ready to go.
Ay-oh (Ay-oh). Ay-oh (Ay-oh). Ay-oh (Ay-oh). Ay-oh (Ay-oh). Ay-oh (Ay-oh). Ay-oh (Ay-oh). . Ayyyyy-oh (Ayyyyy-oh). . Ay-oh (Ay-oh). Ay-oh (Ay-oh). . De-da-di-da-di-da-di-de-do (De-da-di-da-di-da-di-de-do).
Ooh. . Let's go. Steve walks warily down the street. With his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet. Machine guns ready to go.
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Let's go. . Steve walks warily down the street. With his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet. Machine guns ready to go.
She won our hearts the arts she loved. Is painting pictures for free. When she was done she hung them up. For all the children to see. Goodbye April lady.
So all you people give freely. Make welcome inside your homes (ooh). Thank God you people give freely (yeah). Don't turn your back on the lesson of the Lord.
Let's go!. . Steve walks warily down the street. With his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet. Machine guns ready to go.
She came without a farthing. A babe without a name. So much ado about nothing. Is what she'd try to say. So much ado my lover. So many games we played.
Action. This street honey is a mean street. Living in this street honey needs a mean. streak. We've got criminals living in this street. But there's a heartbeat pulse that keeps on.
Action. This street honey is a mean street. Living in this street honey needs a mean. streak. We've got criminals living in this street. But there's a heartbeat pulse that keeps on.
It's Winter-fall. Red skies are gleaming, oh. Sea-gulls are flyin' over. Swans are floatin' by. Smoking chimney-tops. Am I dreaming. Am I dreaming?. .
Words and music by Roger Taylor. . They were talking in whispers. In bear skins and fur. Captain Scott and his heroes to be. To have laboured so long.
It's a kind of magic. It's a kind of magic. A kind of magic. One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal. One golden glance of what should be (it's a kind of magic).
My heads all concerned with the words. Let them break you up. So I don't see it. Reminds me of this nightmare that I had. I opened my mouth nothing to come out.