When I'm long since gone, still you can hear me in this song A voice from the dead, into your room to fill your head Remember this, when I'm haunting
Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa,
Vertaling: Die Crown. Dead Man's Song.
The lights are out, I scream within, my heartbeat starts to bend I never dreamt that darkness would become my loyal friend So help me to forget that
Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa
I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone Who's torn it apart And she's taking almost All that I've got But if you want I'll try
Gravy Train cradle's gonna rock me 37 Millions what Larry Parker got me World War XIV my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
gravy train cradle's gonna rock me 37 million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Walk out Amanda, our fortunes are clear These are the last of our days Left San Francisco with time on my hands And I got back with you on my brain
At the turning of another moon comes time to end this day and only so many have to pass as I am gone away So I sing you now this lullaby though it is
Dizzy found me last night I saw some kind of new light I woke up in a whirlwind Baby, just you watch my head spin The spectacle that made you cry It's
Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear Make my honey Grind that salt before the rains come this year To make it all muddy So now you have called And
I should have quit you, long time ago. (X2) I wouldn't be here, my children, down on this killin' floor. I should have listened, baby, to my second
come without delay Smile on my face I would not be lost for long You could be my title song I would not be lost for long You could be my title song
(Original by Townes Van Zandt) Why does she sing her sad songs for me, I'm not the one to tenderly bring her soft sympathy I've just begun to see my
(Crowe) One of these streets The city of dreams Wakes anticipating In the doorway I lean On the corner of 44th & 9th Ain't nothing to be seen But this
Chestnuts 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
