Dies ist die tragische Geschichte eines verkorksten Liedes. . ich ging damals frohen Mutes ins Studio. und nahm mein selbst verfates Lied auf. ein Lied.
I could never be them. Though my blood is just as red. And we all grieve our beloved. That end up just as dead. . I can feel the anger. At the old atrocities.
I could never be them. Though my blood is just as red. And we all grieve our beloved. That end up just as dead. I can feel the anger. At the old atrocities.
Knowing us like we do. And I wish we weren't all through. Knowing us like we do. Why do I feel like I shouldn't call you. . Things just aren't the same.
Outside with the cuties. I don't think the woods are too deep. The grass covers the sand. All the wood is damp. . Feeling very touched. 'Cause my friends are in love..
Music & Lyrics : Benny Anderson - Tim Rice - Bjsrn Ulvaeus. . THE AMERICAN:. Bangkok, Oriental setting. And the city don't know that the city is getting.
If you really need to stay inside. just to be sure you don't break anything. please don't invite me over. cause I don't think it is working. . Today I walk through your town.
One more tomorrow. to hold you in my embrace. And thrilled with rapture,. each time I look at your face. . One more tomorrow. to see heaven in your eyes.
Maybe I'll fly. Wander some ocean. Maybe hitch-hike. To a place way out of state. . Once there was love. Now there is nothing. I wasn't enough. You put another one on your plate.
Hey, sleepy monster in the sand. Time to get up and have a drink. Pacific Rim has a tank that thinks. That she is really something grand. . Let me tell you about.
I hung around. On the planet Mabel. She tried to stand. But she was not able. . She tried to find the truth. She tried to colonize space. She only had a few.
It's Devil's Night at the shock hop. The fiends crawl out from under their rock. The smell of death is in the air now baby. So suck it up and do the... oogie boogie baby.
Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne. Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne. Goodbye my little darling, my pony won't stand. . Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne.
Om du skulle vakna en natt. Music and lyrics by: Frank Bakken. . Jag reser nu ifrn dig. Men krleken finns kvar. Jag hoppas du frstr mig. Jag mste ge mig av.
I am looking in the mirror. an old man looking back at me. the years they went so fast. I'll never get them back. . Memories are all thats left for me.
Ik ben een idioot geweest. Liep rond met een blinddoek. Iedereen wist het. Iedereen zag het behalve ik. Mijn geest was onder invloed. Van slangegif. Ik ben verdwaald geweest.
The feeling of the chance. The rhythm of the groove. The movement of your body. Draws me easily to you. The sweat drips down your face. As you poke down your hair.
Odierò le parole della gente. Che critica e giudica. Sempre quando poi non si è presenti. Così parlano e inventano. Ma perciò che in fondo più li spaventa.
[Music: LaBrie/Guadagnoli]. [Lyrics: Pauly/Guadagnoli]. . Life was always there. With that I can't agree. This had to start somewhere. That much is clear to me.