a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century Of panic and promise and prosperity Tell me a story into that goodnight Sing us a song
You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck did
cut, 'til I finally got my turn Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned [Chorus] It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to
call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe until her return plaster and paint holding the fire a poor woman's saint holding all
always tell when You lost something big Something real big Well we all did A jukebox in an empty room Conjures up the blues They got my song on it Want
til I finally got my turn Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned [Chorus] It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it
: I've never seen a cowboy before Never told a story so sore Hey, baby, take a look at me I think I'm ready for the kick-down I can never give you
Les chansons ne servent a rien C'est que des mots et du vent Elles ne vont jamais tres loin Ni ne durent jamais longtemps Les chansons ne remplace rien Les chansons
Prevod: Jasmin M. (mahati St.pauli). My Song For You.
Prevod: Natasha St-Pier. Pesmi so neuporabni.
chansons ne servent a rien C'est que des mots et du vent Elles ne vont jamais tres loin Ni ne durent jamais longtemps Les chansons ne remplace rien Les chansons
chansons ne servent a rien C'est que des mots et du vent Elles ne vont jamais tra?s loin Ni ne durent jamais longtemps Les chansons ne remplace rien Les chansons
like a rock cast in the sea Oh St.Louis baby Look what you're doin' to me I'm going back, back to St.Louis I'm going back, back to St.Louis
: Here's to the good days of a summer out west. Here's to Saint Anne who's gone mad. Here's to the love that bursts from our chests. Here's to the good
a working class hero 21st Century Breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing What's left of my mind To the 21st century deadline
: I went down to St. James Infirmary I heard my baby groan and I felt so broken hearted she used to be my used to be my very own and I tried so hard