Oh, ich kann nicht mehr Ich wei?, ich werde brennen Dein Urteil hat sich langst Um meinen Hals gelegt Oh, ich kann nicht mehr Ich wei?, du wirst mich
Clouds descending I'm not policing what you think and dream I run into your thought from across the room Just another trick, can I weather this? I've
You fill up my sences like night in the forest like the mountains in spring time like a walk in the rain like a storm in the desert like a sleepy blue
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Alvin, put that harmonica down Why? Because we're gonna sing, that's why Not again Never mind. Now look fellas, this is a pretty song so let's try not
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Teu olhar agudo me espreita Em algum canto do Planeta Quem sabe em Genebra Isso tudo se concerta Quem sabe em Singapura Seja descoberta a cura Quem sabe
An old man stood and stared into the music store window And he saw a sorta harmonica lyin' there in the sun He thought of the music the harp could be
Clouds descending... I'm not policing what you think and dream. I run into your thought from cross the room. Just another trick... can I weather this?
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Movement; every road stretches for a million miles Come on; circular motion takes it straight to the point I wanna know; if the tensions drops would I
in denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris in disguise sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue
In denial who will come clean all the ravenous debris in disguise sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing this scapegrace will pay my barking harangue
Translation: Tori Amos. Concertina.
Translation: Bernd Clüver. The Man With The Harmonica.
Translation: The Chipmunks. Alvin's Harmonica.