i know i figured it out a thousand ways i thought about it a thousand times a day i learned my lesson and i'm not afraid i could be so strong i've got
You?re the one for me The one for me I was looking around like there?s somebody else But there?s none for me You?re the one I want You?re the one, believe
She?s leaving in the morning, nine o?clock in the day She hears that highway song calling and there?s nothing I can say Nine o?clock in the morning,
Forest trees get hit by lightning often in the wilderness just the way you cause excitement might be compared to this what's the use of letter writing
spoken: Ernie: And now, we'd like to do a song about our roots. Bert: Ernie, we're gonna sing about trees? Ernie: No, Bert. By roots I mean family.
Maybe you're insecure Neck deep in life's manure Maybe your heart's impure Inured to all small compensations Maybe you're born to lose Could be caught
Well I was born in 1965 That was a hell of a good time to be alive Except that by the age of ten The music had turned crap again Now people say they
Got a stupid job but it's fair money I got a brand new car but I can't drive I've got a sweetheart, I call her honey And I've also got a wife People
I have waited the night over For some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover But the moon she is dumb You've made me a promise At midnight we'
It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats Telling tales of the underground and fishing for Reds Policemen armed with Uzi's stand guard
What I need, what I need is that girl there (Get up) What I need, what I need is that girl there What I need, what I need is that girl there (Your dreams
i'm not the type that likes to think about the time i was broke and reminiss how everybody thougt my rhyme was a joke i played it fair while completitors
It's not what you say It's how you say it Give me a microphone On stage, I'll display it Playing me right and you'll get played out Like Polka dots
by Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche Face down at Folk City When you came in here your were looking so pretty With your dracula cape and your bat what
Come take my hand and we`ll walk into the woods This is my kingdom, now this is your home If you believe, sometimes pretend If you fight back, in the
My hands are tied behing my back my face is red with hate I know i've tried to be the better man but I can't accept this fate It's seems every time I
wenn die bettelleute tanzen. wackeln kober und der ranzen. wenn die bettelleute tanzen. wackeln kober und der ranzen. quando bailan los mendigos. quando
Hört ihr wie das Volk erklingt Von unserer Wut erzählt der Wind Das ist die Sinfonie von Menschen Die nicht länger Sklaven sind Jedes Herz