Por ser casi de la edad Por dudar de mi verdad Te fuiste ayer Dejaste en mis brazos Un amanecer Ahora cuentan por ahí Que cambiaste Hasta tu forma de vestir

Woah, livin' on a prayer Woah, we're half way there Take my hand, we'll make it I swear It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot for love We'll give it a shot Once upon a time not so long ago Tommy used to

Ooh, one of these days Gonna get off of this highway Wake up in Sun Bay With the sunshine on my face Saint Christopher on a silver chain Say a prayer and sail away I wish I was a pirate shipwreck down in Mexico Where the oceans turn to silver and the

Si tu t'enrayes, on s'prend la tête Tu peux garder tous mes secrets, t'es ma (collabo) Te toucher m'donne confiance en moi, t'es ma (collabo) Pour moi, tu peux enlever des vies, t'es ma (collabo) Personne n'est plus fidèle que toi, t'es ma (collabo)

I never was the biggest or the fastest guy I never hit a homerun when the game was tied I knew from an early age I wasn't going to be A doctor or the CEO of anything So I sang, She Believes In Me And I played, Fire On The Mountain 'Til I made my fingers

Do not spray into eyes I have sprayed you into my eyes Indo-china, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road To photo, to record, meat lumps and war They advance as does his chance, oh, oh Very yellow white flash! A violent wrench grips mass, rips

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville, barracks number 8 I always done an honest job, as honest as I could I got a brother named

There once was a note, listen I listened and I heard music in a word, And words when you played your guitar, The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering, And a child flew past me riding in a star There once was a note, pure and easy,

Everything high end (high end) High end, yeah You know, what we doin' I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')

Stop talking, we can get along We can Marvin Gaye and get it on Where you want to be, I've been before Boy, you're so much better when you don't speak I don't need your little money I can put you under something Shh, say no more No, baby, you can't do it