I used to be awake at midnight,. Wondering why is this happening to me,. So I'd walk around,. Thinking to myself,. Is this really happening,. Why is this happening to me..
Overrated. . Words and Music by Luke Juby and Steve Howard. . You can wrap me up, in a state of mind,. And free my sole.. You can take the light that I can't see,.
It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place. Except you and me. So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story. I think you should know. . We're drinking my friend, to the end.
I'm splittin' town mama. Ramblin' on and leavin' home. I'm splittin' town mama. Ramblin' on and leavin' home. And I'll tell ya where I'm goin'. Somewhere out into the vast unknown.
Well hear now, everybody,. I'd like to tell you a story about my. favorite gal in the whole wide world.. That's right, I'm talkin' 'bout my guitar here..
Wat is liefde nou toch, is het list en bedrog plus rozen. Is 't samen op reis, of verliefd en onwijs zitten blozen. Is de liefde een spel, hoort 't niet hoort 't wel bij de aarde.
Om eindelijk af te doen met het gezemel. Van oudjes die, krom en vergroeid. De jeugd beschrijven als een roze hemel. Die door de jongeren wordt verknoeid.
Lailailailailailailailailailai. Lailailailailailalai. . In de buurt kende ieder Ome Arie. Die vroeger op de kermis had gestaan. Daar trad 'ie op als Mister Martokari.
Over het land. Huppelt het licht. Kaatst door de ruit. Op je gezicht. Kom overeind. Trek gauw wat aan. Geef me je hand. Laten we gaan. . Ogen vol zon.
Ik ben net wakker en ik lig naar jou te kijken. Jij wilt nog slapen en je mompelt in je droom. Waar je gedachten zijn, blijft een geheim voor mij. Een ding is zeker: Ik heb jou nu heel dichtbij.
One drop of poison every day is what you use. Youve got me craving something you have. I get well on you. Each night Im dying, so sick and blue. The antidote it lies in, your kiss so cruel.
Chor: In Balonesien heißt das einfach so:. . O Mama. o Mama. o Mamajo. . in Peru. in Peru tanzt man so.. Der Baia. der Baia. der Baiajo. macht dort unten die verliebten Leute froh..
Here's another story. To unfold made of secrets left untold a young girl. Who said yes to the night found. Herself at the "hotel sunrise". "Room number twenty-five, please".
In the clear. June lighting of a. Sunday morning she lies. . A soundless dream. Blows into her sleeping head. . The way she. Drops from her chaos. And slides to his smiling.
Once upon a time. A girl with moonlight in her eyes. Put her hand in mine. And said she loved me so. . But that was once upon a time. And oh, so long ago.
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant. O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels. O come let us adore Him, o come let us adore Him.
I can't turn you too loose now. If I do, I'm gonna lose my life. I can't ever turn you too loose now. If I do, I'm gonna lose my life. . Well, I can't turn you lose nobody.
(A.M.Brunner). . Let us all (All go back). To the Old (Old landmark). Let us all to the Old (All go back Old Landmark). Let us stay in the service of the Lord.
It's very clear, our love is here to stay. Not for a year but ever and a day. The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know. May just be passing fancies and in time may go.
Once upon a summertime, if you recall. We stopped beside a little flower stall. A bunch of bright forget-me-nots. Was all I'd ever let you buy me. . Once upon a summertime just like today.