And how does it feel like to wake up in the sun? And how does it feel like to shine on everyone? How does it feel like to let forever be? And how does
Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte, E che sospiri la libert? E che sospiri, e che sospiri la libert? Lascia ch'io pianga mia cruda sorte, E che sospiri
You say you're gonna leave You say you're gonna leave me, baby, baby Don't say you're gonna leave me I'm beggin', I'm beggin' you, please You say you
A man of intrigue, he lives for the thrill. Always has places to go, and people to kill. Danger is the game he plays, and he holds every card. 'Cause
No baby, no baby, no baby No, no, no If you take your love away from me I?ll go crazy, I?ll go insane No baby, no baby, no baby No, no, no No baby,
How does it feel like this To be caught in a web of a heavy grip Where you might want believe or try to admit That the one that you love is a fool you
Konvict Akon and Whitney, yeah (Oh yeah) Did you ever wish you could get back Something that you did in your past? If it wasn't for me I know what we
Ooh, girl, I'm leaving you Yes, I'm leaving you I've got to go tonight Ooh, girl I'm leaving you Yes, I'm leaving you I've got to go, I can't stay I can
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
(Carole Bayer Sager/Peter Allen) I'd rather leave while I'm in love While I still believe The meaning of the word I'll keep my dreams and just pretend
Let's dream in the moonlight Tell me that you love me Tell the stars above me What's in you heart Let's dream in the moonlight Say you're glad you found
Ladies, if your man ain't putting in work no more, more, more Well, I think you better listen Girl, turn up your radio, oh, oh, ooh Date night (We used
Death was everywhere In the air and in the sounds Coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge Ooh, death's anchorage When you rolled a smoke or told a joke
Louis was my dearest friend Fighting in the ANZAC trench Louis ran forth from the line I never saw him again Later in the dark I thought I heard Louis
Bitter branches spreading out There's none more bitter than the wood Into the wide world it grows Twisting under soldiers' feet Standing in line and
I live and die through England Through England It leaves a sadness Remedies never were within my reach I cannot go on as I am Withered vine reaching
Walker sees the mist rise Over no man's land He sees in front of him A smashed up waste ground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just unhurried
We got up early, washed our faces Walked the fields and put up crosses Passed through the damned mountains Went hellwards and some of us returned And