: And I know its not to get away from me, You just need a change of scenery So strange how everything went wrong so fast And I hope that this confusion
: (Traditional) Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah And it's oh, what
: C'mon lady lady lady lady can i tell you that i love you with all my heart and soul Chorus:(x2) Beautiful (so beautiful) no matter what they tell
: Sometimes I can see for miles Through water and fire From England to America I feel life meet my eyes And it's the best thing It's the best thing
Meu amor essa e a ultima oracao Pra salvar seu coracao Coracao nao e tao simples quanto pensa Nele cabe o que nao cabe na dispensa Cabe o meu amor
THERE'S A CHURCH HOUSE, GIN HOUSE, SCHOOL HOUSE, OUTHOUSE. ON U.S. 19, HEY, THE PEOPLE KEEP THE CITY CLEAN. THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH, NUTBUSH, NUTBUSH
And I know its not to get away from me, You just need a change of scenery So strange how everything went wrong so fast And I hope that this confusion
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(Traditional) Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah And it's oh, what
C'mon lady lady lady lady can i tell you that i love you with all my heart and soul Chorus:(x2) Beautiful (so beautiful) no matter what they tell
Sometimes I can see for miles Through water and fire From England to America I feel life meet my eyes And it's the best thing It's the best thing It
Like april snow blowing around in gramercy park the two of us were never meant to last you left your traces and drove away like a circus in town a three
It's been a memory of mine righteous fucking regret. how do you make me feel dirty i see you, i feel your eyes, i can almost see your heart from
: Ma che bella citta sento l'acqua alla gola forse e un colpo di mano forse e stata la scuola io venivo di la... ma che bella citta... Quanti libri
: Come sing me sweet rejoicing Come sing me love We're not afraid of voicing All the things We're dreaming of Oh, high and low, And everywhere we go
: Out of the ruins and rubble, Out of the smoke, Out of our night of struggle Can we see a ray of hope? One pale thin ray reaching for the day... We