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Talking Heads Love Building On Fire

is my face Which is a building Which is on fire - on fire It's not love It's not love Which is my face Which is a building Which is on fire - on fire

Traducere: Talking Heads. (Love Goes To) Clădire On Fire.

a very little girl, our house caught on fire I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me up in his arms And raced through the burning building

high above your head Darling, don't you see? While this has been hard enough on you It's been hard enough on me Can't stand the thought of another Talking

lap, a head with no hair Beats freestylin' but all we can talk Rhymin' with force, till the jokes get corpsed Tools on my waist, and a frown on my face

back in tha building They call me streets, so call me streets If u call on reach, im on the streets And im hungry like a dog on unleash But im a tiger

love You, love You as You are" I can't figure out this love thang Though we've talked about it all before But the truth about this love thang No one

a girl, our house caught on fire And I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me in his arms And raced to the burning building out on

comes Run baby run baby run Because this metro is destined for ruin Let go of that echo baby what are you pursuing Priorities are twisted head's not on