Lui, c'est un petit Breton Elle, c'etait une grande Bretonne Il portait une veste a boutons Elle une belle robe en cretonne Il allait la t'nant par la
: Oh, it's music to my ears Oh man, how can I describe, the way I feel Fuckin' great man Ok, let me see How could I begin [Verse 1:] Locked in mariahs
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: There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man. Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his
Oh, it's music to my ears Oh man, how can I describe, the way I feel Fuckin' great man Ok, let me see How could I begin [Verse 1:] Locked in mariahs
There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man. Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his
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Si la vida son tres dias, dos nublados que se olvidan y un tercero despejado, donde juegas tu partida. En el cruce de caminos, yo ya he decidido el mio
Vivo al lado del mar, en un pueblo donde perder es lo normal, los que pudieron escapar juraron no volver jamas. Hoy empezo a llover, y todo a seguir
Stumbled across an old green box in my granddaddy's house Inside was a cross, some old dog tags, and a picture of when he was shipping out. So I showed
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