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"I woke up this morning baby The blues was pouring out of me" Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits Ces mots que d'autres avaient ecrits De toute ma voix,
Don't let the routine kill our life Do you still want to be by my side Remember the time we were both right Like on the photos that you hide Alright
I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor. Love is all, all my soul. You're my Playground Love. Yet my hands are shaking. I feel my
Time for flying rockets For silver jets For surfing bombs Surfing on a rocket Don't pray to go Please take my hand Don't get me down Surfing on
No time before it's too soon No time after it's too late Time's getting old, time's over now Don't try to be on time Don't try to run after time Time'
Le soleil est prA?s de moi Le soleil est prA?s de moi Le soleil est prA?s de moi Le soleil est prA?s de moi Le soleil est prA?s de moi Le soleil est
I would like to own your photograph The angels cry to have your photograph As if you were awfully made for life As fortune favor fools like candle light
This is a story all about how My life got twist-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute and sit right there And tell you how I became the prince
A hot air balloon Is waiting for you. Climb in the basket And pull the string. Lift yourself away From this troubled state of mind. The darkest place