ti quemare todo el sueno mio. Solo y lejos de ti ?Di que hare yo sin ti! Yo sin ti... yo sin ti. Lentamente el sabado se va. Gorrioncito
Saturday. you're gonna see who owns tonight. we're dripping from these hearts that love to fight. we might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine.
ahi) que se sale de jeremy! wepa! sabado a ti te toca despues de trabajar toda la semana goza! sabado(muevelo todo) sabado en la noche(muevelo!) sabado(sin parar,sin parar) sabado
Luces que se prenden en la ciudad El sabado por la noche Gente que se enciende en la ciudad El sabado por la noche Yo se, yo se, El sabado por la
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Baby, what do you say we just get lost Leave this one horse town like to rebels without a cause I've got people in Boston, Angel Daddy is still in Des
Just got an invitation through the mails Your presence requested this evening, it's formal A top hat, a white tie and tails Nothing now could take the
Baby, what do you say, we just get lost Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause I've got people in Boston, ain't your daddy still in
I'm a mess, that's the best way to describe it I leave no time to myself, the only way I can fight it When I'm alone it's like I'm staring into a mirror
You say, I only hear what I want to And you say, I talk so all the time, so And I thought what I felt was simple And I thought that I don't belong And
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore? Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore? Do you sleep anymore? Do you take plight on my tongue like lead
Who would steal on Sunday? Who'd made them believe, make believe? Who'd buy a prayer when you can pray for free? If the way you drank your coffee was
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide. Shabby tried to comb her
She can't tell me that All of the love songs have been written 'Cause she's never been in love With you before Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood
My friend's got a bruise on his leg A bruise on his leg every time you speak My friend's got a bruise on his leg Where I press my knee every time you
Waiting for Wednesday, my stomach doesn't hurt enough Pain always is the sign Waiting for Wednesday, no proof of mine exists So l don't have to take it
When all the stars were falling I reached up like you said All the stars were falling One hit me in the head And I fell down, down, down I fell down,