No, no, please don't go Take it easy, move it slow Yeah, yeah, say it ain't so I got the feelin' you want me no more And you say you've got to run away
Wish that I could come With the mornin' sun Shinin' through your window I could be the one To open up your day Ooh, words can't begin to say Feelings
What does it matter to me that you've gone The memory's all in a dream And though it seems I ought to be With a good night's yawn, the heartache is gone
(Richie Furay) What does it matter to me that you've gone The memory's all in a dream And though it seems odd to be With a good night yawn, the heartache
Alone on a train, aimless in wonder An outdated map, crumbled in my pocket But I didn't care where I was going 'Cause they're all different names for
Hey handsome, have you got the time? I've been watching you since the moment you arrived A white suit from London and shoes from Paris Don't you wanna
Looking from a window above, it's like a story of love Can you hear me? Came back only yesterday, I'm moving farther away Want you near me All I needed
Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceilin' He called you his child, said honey, get wise
Walk a mile in my tennis shoes Tina Turner gave me the highway blues But I don't love nobody but you, honey I'm true rat for the things I done Second
I was sitting in the classroom trying to look intelligent In case the teacher looked at me She was long and she was lean, she's a middle-aged dream And
You wore a little cross Of gold around your neck I saw it as you flew between my reason Like a raven in the night time when you left I wear a chain upon
There's a fly in the window A dog in the yard And a year since I saw you There's a trunk in the corner I keep all my letters My bills and demands I keep
I heard from a friend you'd been messing around With a cute little thing I'd been dating up-town Well I don't know if I like that idea much Well you better
Well, there's slim times when my words won't rhyme And the hills I face are a long hard climb I just sit cross-legged with my old guitar It kind of makes
Have you heard the dogs at night Somewhere on the hill Chasin' some poor criminal? And I guess they?re out to kill Oh, there must be shackles on his
Il suffit qu'au piano Qu'avec un seul doigt Je joue cet air-la Ou qu'un violon le chante au fond d'une cour Alors je crois entendre tout un orchestre
ti ascolta e soprattutto lei aspetti la fine del telegiornale e dopo a letto vai vorresti volare e invece rimani li fermo su questa terrazza dall?ultimo piano
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