Gabriella, she's a continental girl She wants everything, she wants to rule the world Enough is not enough, she's never satisfied There are no limits
your heart and tell me what you see Is it just a day or how it has to be Runnin' from The Storm Runnin' from The Storm
Baby, I got big plans, a big ring, a small hand A big cake, the bridesmaid, the best man One day we gon' have all of that Baby, I got big plans, a big
I dropped all of my lovers And I stood up and screamed, I'm in love You gave it to me through the eyes, hatred Centuries deep and true I was wrong, graceless
have no stories) Yeah, yeah (Happy people have no stories) Yeah, yeah (Happy people have no stories) Yeah, yeah (Happy people have no stories) Yeah, yeah (Happy people have no stories
makes every moment lead to now I guess that I've been through A few illusions to get to You You We Are One (repeat) Where I am I grow weary of the storm
wind across the crystal meadows nobody will hear the piano of melancholy the music is dancing in my heart in the midst of the stillness and the storm
be Through this window skies exploding I see storm clouds rising higher as time fades away Carry on Carry on We are we are Through this window I see sunrise See the storm
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill An aria with the Russians at the piano in
Please don't cry, for the ghost and the storm outside Will not invade this sacred shrine nor infiltrate your mind My life down I shall lie if the bogey
Oceans have made from little raindrops for all things are born very small A river one time was only a stream a storm was once just a squall Like rain
eaves, where the little raindrops can drip. ... That sweet pitter patter, of raindrops at play - is such a beautiful sound on a quiet gloomy day. You know, when the wind is high, And the storm
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shot over the mountain Like a bottle tossed in the sea I have journeyed, I have traveled, now home calls me Let's all gather 'round the grand piano
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture, and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm. A princess
