I can't dream without you.... When you close your eyes and go to sleep tonight, I'll be right outside your door, dreams will come and they'll take you
suppress This is not a confessional song I'm just singin' to myself Ooh, the situations didn't leave me strong Everybody needs a little help This is not a confessional song
Chesnusts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Ah! je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir, Ah! je ris de me voir si belle en ce miroir, Est-ce toi, Marguerite, est-ce toi? Reponds-moi, reponds
From "die fledermaus" My dear marquis, why must you be, So loyal throughout your hours? When you stop and stare Take a lot more care And close
Songs my mother taught me In the days long vanish'd Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banish'd Now I teach my children Each melodious measure
Last night I saw a ghost He seemed familiar to me I welcomed him with open arms He said my name and laid me down Awoke the dreams still sleeping in my
I'm dead and I'm perfectly content And these songs that I sing Do they mean anything To the people I'm singing them to People like you And these songs
I don't care about a thing today I used to but I'm fed up And I can hear the words you say I wish that you would shut up I've got responsibility That
dead and i'm perfectly content chorus and these songs that i sing do they mean anything to the people i'm singing them to people like you chorus and these songs
Last night i saw a ghost he seemed familiar to me i welcomed him with open arms he said my name and laid me down awoke the dreams still sleeping in my
My dear Marquis Why must you be So loathe to use your eyes When you stop and stare Take a lot more care And closely scrutinise My fingers, my ankles
me It's bad for my voice I'm gonna stay home tonight So I don't get hung over Get myself a takeaway And watch MTV This is not a confessional song I
Chesnusts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose, Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos. Everybody
Dy alwd glywir hanner dydd Fel Ffliwt hyfydais uwch y rhos Fel chwiban bugail a fo gudd Dy alwad glywir hanner nos; Nes clywir, pan ddwys a dy swn Cyfarth
Pan fyddair?r nos yn alau, A llwch y ffordd yn wyn, A?r bont yn wag sy?n croesi?r dwr Difwstwr ym Mhen LlynO?er Y tylluanod yn eu tro Glywid o lwyncoed
