Carolina, Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet
Bigger than man walking on the moon Coming to a theatre near you soon This is what I'm living for You get a little bit And you want a little more Everything
My mind's got a mind of its own It takes me out a walkin' when I'd rather stay at home Takes me out to parties when I'd rather be alone My mind's got
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I was meant for the stage I was meant for the curtain I was meant to tread these boards Of this much I am certain I was meant for the crowd I was meant
Is there a doctor in the house tonight? If there's a wrong he could make it right Is there still a lock on your back door? Is there still a lock on your
[Chorus] Ya talkin' that shit bitch nigga Wusup, wusup , wusup, wusup Better Get Cha Mind Right What What , Huh what [4x] [Soulja Slim] One lonely Soldier
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Is there a doctor in the house tonite? If there's a wrong, he could make it right. Is there still a lock on your front door? Is there still a lock
Traducció: My Morning Jacket. Telèfon es va dirigir a l'oest.
Traducció: Phish. Crims de la Ment.
Traducció: Phish. La meva ment té una ment pròpia.
Traducció: Phish. Carolina En El meu Ment.
Traducció: Condemna segur. En El meu Ment.
: Is there a doctor in the house tonite? If there's a wrong, he could make it right. Is there still a lock on your front door? Is there still a lock
If I find a role back when We were more than absent friends When it feels too far away Nothing is so safe to say When you fall down at my feet again