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Chan

o sukutte iremashita Akai posuto shiroi fuutou Tori no kitte ------------------------------------------- A letter from gin-no-jou-kun To yuri-chan But gin-chan

mot min kind Och i ett ogonblick da allt star still Sa far jag en chans att saga allt det jag aldrig sagt SA? far jag en chans att ge dig allt det du

it was familiar to me the smoke too thick to breathe the tile floors glistened i slowly stirred my drink and when you started to sing you spoke with broken

to any more punk shows And hang right afterwards Days have passed and i'm so blue and sad This boy had drop kicked me and he was pretty rad His name was Jackie Chan

You and I may never be the perfect pair The kind most people dream Themselves to be Just as long as you and I Are both aware That life is what we make

My idea of a perfect Christmas Is to spend it with you In a party Or dinner for two Anywhere would do Celebrating the yuletide season Always lights up

Beautiful girl, wherever you are I knew when I saw you, you had opened the door I knew that I'd love again after a long, long while I'd love again. You

JACKIE CHAN CHINA'S NUMBER ONE CRAZY MAN WORKING HARD SO HIS AUDIENCE IS APPEASED HOLE IN HIS HEAD FROM FALLING OUT OF TREES THE FURIOUS FISTS OF JACKIE CHAN

Chan hitchhikes to Shanghai Chan, hitchhikes Oh Chan, anyway you can Ha, come back, Chan Come back, Chan Shanghai, Chan Shanghai, Chan Shanghai, Chan