Pablo Natario

I sold my soul for the second time Cause the man, don t paid me I begged my landlord for […]

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. You say

Here s a song It reminds me of when we were young Looking back at all the things we ve

Chorus: Moli-i-i-i-na, where you goin to ? Moli-i-i-i-na, where you goin to ? She s daughter to the mayor, Messin

All your dreams are made When you re chained to the mirror and the razor blade Today s the day

There s a place up ahead and I m goin Just as fast as my feet can fly Come away,

It s a bit early in the midnight hour for me To go through all the things that I want

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare, Lo, it s all so true, They told me, Don t go walking slow

Slide away and give it all you ve got My today fell in from the top I dream of you

Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table

Take the time to make some sense Of what you want to say And cast your words away upon the

Seven thirty seven comin out of the sky Won t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride