Well there won't be no stars Coming out in the sky Tonight when my baby walks by Oh they know that they can't hold a Candle to the look in her eye Now
Old age wisdom and the world grown bald But you're still amazed by every little hair that falls And I wonder if repetition makes one forget 'cause I'm
Ce soir, il n'y a plus aucun son meme les criquets rentrent a la maison t'as pressenti me perdre pour six mois mais je prends la grande allee pour la
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(Adam Mitchell) Well there won't be no stars Coming out in the sky Tonight when my baby walks by Oh they know that they can't hold a Candle to the look