It's just whiskey under the bridge Ain't no big deal I've been burned, I've been cheated But this old heart's still beating All those nights of drinking Finally got me thinking Heartache is just a waste of time There's not a heart that ain't been broken

So I can't fuck with just anybody But sometimes I get lonely, I get lonely So let me keep it real with you, real with you Can't keep it real with me, real with me When I get lonely, I get lonely LA confidential, LA confidential 'Cause you know I got

Time will turn us into statues, eventually We're just ordinary people, you and me You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything We got by, though we

Sí soy así, me da lo mismo Aye, aye, aye Eh, eh, aye, aye Eh, eh, aye, aye, aye Mes amis entendaient la vie que j'ai eu Où les gens m'attendaient, je n'suis pas venu Si je les emmêle, si je dérange C'est qu'je suis un pêle-mêle, un mélange J'suis trop

Is it just a game? I don't know There comes you to take me in your arms I don't know where I am I don't know this place Don't recognize anybody Just the same old empty face See these people they lie And I don't know who to believe anymore But there comes

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab (On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab (All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab Yo, this is the Fugees About to take you on a journey Into the dimensions of the Booka basement The basement,

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I'll cry until the candles burn down this place I'll cry until my pity party's in flames I'm laughing, I'm crying It feels like I'm dying Maybe it's a cruel joke on me Whatever,

Esta noche no me guardo las palabras Soñé siempre con tener esta velada Y que tengo que contarte a ti Un camino y un destino asegurado Donde estos fugitivos se han amado Como Adan y Eva, como Adan y Eva Acércate deja las dudas La noche es fría pero

Grand-père j'avance fier, fort et brave, tout comme toi Ce soir j'me sens seul sur mon champs de bataille Les gens criblés de balles, j'ai le vague à l'âme Si toutefois je pleure faudra que j'm'en aille Je n'ai pas le droit d'leur montrer mes failles

They sat in an abandoned luncheonette Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army" They were old and crusty She was twenty when the diner was a baby He was the dishwasher,