Mi son persa nelle lune che mi hai disegnato tu ma per tanta fantasia ci vorrebbe una vita in piu sogni che fai volano sogni che dai sogni che poi tornano
: Mi son persa nelle lune che mi hai disegnato tu ma per tanta fantasia ci vorrebbe una vita in piu sogni che fai volano sogni che dai sogni che poi
Sunday, Monday, happy days Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days Thursday, Friday, happy days The weekend comes My cycle hums Ready to race to you These
No hope, closed eyes till the day you die. Lost touch, lost faith, lost love, you lost your life. I still hate. You're too late. Heard your lies. Silence
When writing your history, I will always be a footnote A distant memory A warning sign of mistakes made The kind that you learn from This song is the
She was a bottled blond She had her sevens on When I think about it now Just a cougar on the prowl She was hotter than hell Had me under a spell Got that
At times I see you, you silver rider Sometimes your voice is not enough Your face in windows, outside forever Nobody dreamed you'd save the world Nobody
So I guess I just let the silver rain, Fall down on my face And wash away the pain And I guess that I will always carry your heart, Carry the blame
Girl I know we fussing every little thing I say ain't right (nah) you calling me names and I see the pain that's in your eyes (then) we be making love
Tu Sabe W con Yandel Yandel Dejame hablar quiero decirte que tu me haces temblar Quiero decirte que eres fenomenal Estoy afuera dejame entrar Esq tu
Don't be afraid Close your eyes Lay it all down Don't you cry Can't you see I'm going Where I can see the sun rise I've been talking to my angel And he
i got what you want, want! an girl i want you, so grab a couple friends an lets go out and if you're nasty i'm nasty too, i've got a whole section already
We can talk about it now It's that same old riddle Only starting from the middle I'd fix it but I don't know how Well, we could try to reason But you
Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling And
When you talk to her talk to her Like it was somebody else Talk to your mama Don't get smart But I have a heart to heart And just like you would Would
While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance When this just feels like spinning plates I'm living