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Fordítás: Santana. Batuka.
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Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine You tell me stories of the sea And the ones you left behind Goodbye to the
I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing She's widely known the only maquereau
Lovehearts exchanging with tongues passing movement Making the single ones eke Searching the streets for cupids spare arrow Because my future looks
The moon retreats behind a silver cloud As darkness throws it's cloak towards the earth And mystery replaces what we thought we knew To turn the stone
I found a rock at the end of my rainbow, While searchin' for my pot of gold. Well, I found a rock at the end of my rainbow, An' I'm tryin' to find my
Silhouettes of evil lives Have cursed my mind with lies Evil men with evil minds Controlling time in time An urchants net of fear Has swollen gills of
Hey everybody Let's lend a hand ?®cause there's no tomorrow Unless we take a stand I see the future Sliiping away So I feel the need To make a better
What's that sound I hear coming from the ground That' going 'round and 'round I can feel it pull me down On my knees tears of joy have come to me As the
