Pablo Natario

Say you re looking for a place to go Where nobody knows your name You re looking for oblivion With […]

One, two, a one, two, three, four Well now the underground and overjoyed they come on just the same Don

It ain t fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won t you care for John Sinclair? In

If you have the luck of the irish, You d be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have

you got to live you got to love you got to be somebody you got to shove but it s

What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor

Anna, you come and ask me girl To set you free girl You say he loves you more than me

All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dream Seems like all I really was doing Was waiting

It s been very hard, But it s getting easier now, Hard times are over, over for a while, The

Every man has a woman who loves him, In rain or shine or life and death, If he finds her

Yes, I m your angel, I ll give you everything, In my magic power, So make a wish, and I

Save your sweet talk for when you score, Keep your monday kisses for your glass lady, I want the truth