J'ai si peur de ces romances Qui finissent avant qu'elles commencent J'ai peur dans le noir Peur du hasard J'ai peur des trains dans les gares J'ai si peur des sentiments Les mots, les mots c'est du roman Je n'irai pas plus loin Croyez le bien L'amou
Good People You win Its your show, now So whats it gunna be Cause people Will tune in How many train wrecks do we need to see? Before we lose touch of We thought this was low It's bad gettin worse so Whered all the good people go Ive been changin cha
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Roll over baby The time has come To make a little bit more room I've hung around you It's getting tough I think I'm gonna break down soon Well, I remember Crying in the park It was getting dark Suddenly I looked up You were my sky So go on And sleep
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Jack Johnson - Upside Down Who's to say What's impossible but they forgot This world keeps spinning and with each new day I can feel a change in everything And as the surface breaks reflections fade But in some ways they remain the same And as my min
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Never Know - J.Johnson I hear this old story before Where the people keep on killing for their metaphors But don't leave much up to the imagination, So I wanna give this imagery back But I know it just ain't so easy like that So I turn the page and r
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart Our dreams and they are made out of real things Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving Love is the answer, at