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Storm Large

There was a sad gypsy clown who could make you cry With a lick of guitar and a Spanish Fly And every night was a wild thing awaiting To fill the world

Aren't you cute you living doll? Oh, behind your eyes no life at all. Oh, Yeah. Gigglin' and wigglin' in skintight clothes. You're all thick in a

She was over the top and out of control She raw away at 13 years old But she had her feet on the ground And nobody pushed her around Her mommy said

you That way, you'll never lose me Oh I'm coughing up my lungs All curled up on the bus Fever staring in my cup of tea And now we're back in California "Hey Storm

Пераклад: Storm Вялікі. Пад Вы.

Well, ain't it a shame That our short little memories Never seem to learn Lessons of history We keep makin' the same mistakes Over and over and over

Literally drops and blood shed Sour dough, nuff bread In position of power them chumps dead Backstabbers and cowards get drunk beds And violent when unfed

the morning and into the storm Brothers and sisters are in my arms I am part of a large family I am part of a large family I am part of a large family

Elle etait bien gentille On l'appelait Grosse Papille Elle etait pas mechante Elle etait etudiante Elle avait du chagrin Car elle n'avait pas d'main Mais