no li calia un mon virtual. Somiava que el somni canviava prenent-se pastilles per levitar. Somiava i parlava en somnis, i sempre somiava i parlava en somnis
You probably wish you were anywhere but here Remember this now 'cos it soon will disappear You'll find yourself wishing, you're anyone but you I'm starting
I give you all my money Abandon that beautiful girl Take my books My choicest looks And burn them all today I got rare '61 Beatles I got a film of my
The shadows are waltzing The moon beams are calling Like a dream I am falling into Silver threads lined with two twinkling stars seem To shine just for
a song of World Party of which Sinead did the background vocals ------------------------ I'd give you all my money abandon that beautiful girl take
She's the womb that you left And she's the pride that you kept She's the innocence That you left back in your youth She's the poems that you read She
(Musica: Jordi Sanchez) (Letra: Miguel Arjona) Nunca dejes de pensar lo que juntos puede ser quien tiene la culpa para no crecer. Que agradable es sentir
We missed before, and we missed again I want you now and you wanted me then I'm chasing down the shadow of one sweet dream But I'm so far behind, there
Roses float across the water And the ice is slowly melting next to you In our hideout down by the boathouse Lonely days are through 'Cause when you walked
If I ever get caught in the usual situation Of champagne taste and big pocketbook I would spend all I own without any reservation Then get some sweet,
I think about you nightly, I think of how we might be, I with that I could throw it all away. And maybe start all over, cause we're just getting older
There's not a rose where I seek comely as my baby's cheek There's not a comb of honey-bee, So full of sweets as babe to me And it's O! so sweet Sweet
Baby won't you dream, sweet dreams about me? Let me share your love, even if it's only in your mind Baby won't you dream, sweet dreams about me? Dreams
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream Can't hear your daddy's warning cry You're going back to be all the things you want to be While in sweet dreams
Eat My Shit! A double-head tackle knife Is what I commit death with Dis bitch and I'ma rip out your heart through ya left tit You'll turn around
If I could write out my own dream For the next time that I sleep You'd be the first one that I see And I the last one that you keep And the dream would
