Je n'ai pas besoin, non pas besoin de toi Fuis moi, je ne te suivrai jamais jamais Jamais non jamais Jamais jamais Oh non non non, oh non non Elles étaient toutes jalouses Mais tu es un vrai loser Je suis loin d’être amoureuse

Cold turkey has got me on the run Temperature's rising Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish I was dead

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

Oh! Hé! Hein! Bon! Oui, je sais je perds tout mais c'que j'veux pas C'est qu'on se moque de moi La la la la la la la La la la la la la Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait de mes clés? Mes lunettes et mes papiers? Mon veston, mon lorgnon? Mon étui d'accordéon?

Oh! Hé! Hein! Bon! Oui, je sais je perds tout mais c'que j'veux pas C'est qu'on se moque de moi La la la la la la la La la la la la la Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait de mes clés? Mes lunettes et mes papiers? Mon veston, mon lorgnon? Mon étui d'accordéon?

A heartache I'm still trying to get through Texas was you Texas was green eyes crying goodbye Was a long drive Ohio was a riverbank 10 speed layin' in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long long summer days Tennessee was a guitar

Oh,oh, lonesome me. There must be some way that I can lose these lonesome blues Everybody's going out and having fun I'm a fool for staying home and having none. I can't get over how she set me free. Forget about the past and find someone new I've

So sick of love You’ve been giving none of you I’ve been giving all of me It’s feeling like eternity Somebody tell me what to do oh I’m so sick I've been giving all of me Over and over and over I tried But dealing with you is like a full time occupation

Volare, oh, oh Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh Nel blu, dipinto di blu Felice di stare lassù Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più Volare, volare, volare, volare, volare, volare Volare, ooh (volare, volare, volare,

The dream is over God is a concept By which we measure I'll say it again I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot