Komplimente ich sage immer alles so wie es ist und darum sag' ich dir ganz ehrlich daß du für mich ein Wunder bist. Ich mache keine Komplimente
Wenn man so will Bist du das Ziel einer langen Reise Die Perfektion der besten Art und Weise In stillen Momenten leise Die Schaumkrone der Woge der Begeisterung
Wenn man so will, bist du das Ziel einer langen Reise, die Perfektion der besten Art und Weise, in stillen Momenten leise, die Schaumkrone der Woge der
Translation: Sportfreunde Stiller. Kompliment.
(Sportfreunde Stiller) Wenn man so will, bist du das Ziel einer langen Reise, die Perfektion der besten Art und Weise, in stillen Momenten leise, die
[Verse 1] I remember what you said to me, when you said it to me last night we was talkin', and you reassured me everythings fine When I woke up this
Dedication is the price you pay Initiated are coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless when you're stuck in the trawl
I remember what you said when you said it to me last night We was talkin' and you reassured me everything's fine When I woke up this morning to get some
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Now I've taken the side Of a beautiful calm Can you see this disguise Fading to a resolve? And there it goes my innocence While gathering up a compliment
My love for my girl gonna shine She the one occupyin all of my mind She the one that make my life feel complete 'cause I be like the lyric and she be
A man once said that the pinnacle of success Was when you finally lost interest In money, compliments and publicity A noble enough idea I suppose How
I'm half a woman, with half a heart and half a mind when we're apart But when you're here with me I'm complete My heart had been so uninspired love left
Well, there's a man I know At least, I used to years ago I didn't really mind He used to come 'round all the time Of course, he had to be fed I had to
(Barson/McPherson/Foreman/Smash/Daisuke Inoue/Bill Crutchfield) (City, city!) (City!) He is just a boy in the city Dressed the same he's uniformly pretty
How come he enjoys himself not me? How come she smiles a good morning to me? How do they make a hard day's work easy? Tell me something, I'll put it to
Buster, he sold the heat With a rock steady beat An earthquake is erupting But not in Orange street A ghost dance is preparing You got to help us with