the end of a pale afternoon And the dogs are all worn out And the horses all lame Oh the hunters they're hunted At the end of the game Our
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Vertaling: Sting. Voorspel tot einde van die wedstryd.
Vertaling: Sting. Einde van die wedstryd.
a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our love
reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our
all wood-grain, all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring, should blame the game
[Puff] Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting Bad Boy remix come on [Pras] Yo yo yo Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto pour out the bottle blow
ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on New millennium and what? Bleek reborn All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch You know the game
But I remember everything and every sting And through all the games we'll both stay the same As we've always been, through the fat and the thin Until the end, until the end
said Sometimes they face endless futility All of them have lived on the edge Here we stand...It's a long way down Lives in hand...Can you see the end
the tracks All those young girls fall back and they say "There goes that sleek young silhouette He don't drive no Corvette but he stings just like a Sting