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Vertaling: Sting. Al vier die seisoene.
fellow I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall That's my baby She can be all four seasons in one day That's my baby She can be all four seasons
fellow I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall That's my baby She can be all four seasons in one day That's my baby She can be all four seasons in
I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall That's my baby She can be all four seasons in one day That's my baby She can be all four seasons in
me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon Cumulus clouds, eighty-four
that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then
head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't
take a no fey word for de white boy dem Awayaa, tell me, all you get in de end Awayaa, tell me, all you get isa dem Awayaa, tell me, all you get more
the fruit and all of its wickedest perfection the sorrows that linger in the temple of thyself madness clutching to the wall of thoughts consuming all
head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't
guest with aristocratic bloodlines society read for breakfast it's party season crimes for passion sundays at four by the stainglass window it's party season wasps with no sting
