Brooklyn Bound
Well I hate to leave you, hate to put you down
But that way you love darling,
Oh I'm Brooklyn bound
I ain't got no money, no house on that hill
Well I'm leavin' you babe,
And say fare you well
Well I'm goin' out east darlin',
Hope you burn in hell
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Wake up! A voice hits the air on a lonely coast And I'll sing along like a prayer for you I can dream up the words (I'll never see your face again) If we wake
Love Child
You think that I don't feel love But what I feel for you is real love In other's eyes I see reflected A hurt, scorned, rejected Love child, never meant to be Love child, born
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А Пашка душі, А Пашка душі Ловив з подорожніх. Він став юродивим, во ім’я Боже. Взивала гітара І плакали струни, А люди все гнали майбутнє в минуле. Вони б зупинились, вони б послухали, Та будня часики у скроні
This Love’s For Real
It's alright (Let's go, oh baby, let's go) Hold tight (Let's go, oh baby, let's go) Tonight (Let's go, oh baby, let's go) You're gonna love what you feel Baby you're the one I need tonight And I
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Если надо для любимой, то на Южный берег Крыма тут же прикачу. Три луны и два заката, и бриллианты в три карата - я за все плачу! О себе я забываю, все,