Letras de canciones

One, two, free four The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in […]

A movement is accomplished in six stages And the seventh brings return The seven is the number of the young

Icy wind of night begone this is not your domain In the sky a bird was heard to cry Misty

It would be so nice It would be so nice It would be so nice To meet, sometime Everybody wakes,

I m so afraid of the mistakes that I ve made, Breaking every time that I wake, I feel like

In yellow shoes I get the blues, So I walk the street with my plastic feet with blue velvet trousers

The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching from

Dogs of war and men of hate With no cause, we don t discriminate Discovery is to be disowned Our

All is love, is all i am A ball is all i am I m so new compared to you

Hey, Eugene, This is Henry McClean And I ve finished my beautiful flying machine And I m ringing to say

Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket Feeling good at the top Shopping in sharp shoes Walking in

In the sad town Cold iron hands clap The party of clowns outside Rain falls in gray far away Please,