Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Se hizo famoso en la tierra, como el sombrero de Alejo Diria que ya murió la inspiración Pero en las calles se escuchan sus cantos Y contara la historia que el valle triunfo Que el vallenato se volvió costumbre Y el valle esta muy cerca de Fonseca Tierra

Oh, I'd talk 'em outta daylight So I can spend another night with you It always does just what it will Here comes the sunrise Like it always does Always puts a damper on our kind of love Just like last night It always ends too soon I know it's only

We hold each other When the days get short Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older and the nights get a little bit colder I miss the words we used to say I miss the sounds of yesterday I miss the games we used to play like

The people turned away Down by the seaside See the boats go sailin' Can the people hear What the little fish are sayin' Oh, oh, the people turned away Oh, the people turned away Down in the city streets, See all the folk go racin', racin'

Morgoth I cried I will take part in your damned fate But I arrived I will always remember their cries It's my oath So don't fear the eyes Of the dark lord Taken the long way

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

Yeah, I said "the king is dead" (long live the king) The king is dead (long live the king) Yeah, I said "yeah" Hey, Darlin' Know any bands for my play my party? Um, I don't know How 'bout Fall Out Boy? The king is dead Yeah, I said lord be my

Me name, Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Youngest veteran It's been a long time the world's been waiting for this I man say excuse me for a moment for a introduction Fus one fi mi Muma but mi Pupa last son Like some fruits in

There's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties said goodbye And closed the old world door