I call you on the phone I sit here all alone And try to find the words That I can't say In less than thirty days We'll both be going our separate ways
I'd like to thank you all for having me In this village filled with tragedy This is something you won't wanna miss I swear it doesn't have to be like
For certain she the face of springtime, the flowers stood and paid her due And all the folk they sang of a good rhyme While drinking all they wanted to
There will come a time that is yours and mine When you must define your faith in love You may hesitate and say ita??s too late But you wona??t escape
Ita??s a thousand miles from anywhere you know Every direction brings you back here when you go The lunatics the misfits the needy and the greed The broken
And if in love she cried Something wasn't right "I'm sorry," would be easy To say I love you Headlights on the parade Light up the way Headlights on
(alexander / mogol) Italian language song set to the music of "everyday I have to cry" Tanto so che poi mi passa Tanto so che poi mi passa
Tanto so che poi mi passa Tanto so che poi mi passa E se voglio quindi posso Posso amare chi mi va I know it won't last I know it won
Lying on the floor and I can't sleep The burning in my heart is the only light I see Doing time inside of my own mind Waiting for you to call So what
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves. I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way. I'll tell a story, paint you a picture
(Cochran/Crowe) I wandered wonders wasteland alone Looked hard and I couldn't find The one thing most on my mind Same thing time after time It's you
Eyebrows plucked and toenails cut I'll pick you up with a little luck, all prim and proper Shaven legs and calls to Fred It all depends o' alright then
The ties that bind can gag and I'm bound by boundless insignificance. Set yourself on fire if you can't feel this burn. Did you run out of ink so soon
Ou veux-tu que j?aille ? (bis) Pourquoi veux-tu que j?m?en aille ? Ou veux-tu que j?aille ? T?as brule ma maison d?Abidjan Parce que je ne suis pas de
It's a thousand miles from anywhere you know Every direction brings you back here when you go The lunatics the misfits the needy and the greed The broken