Claude Garden SONATA IN C 歌词

Story Of My Life Yesterday's a memory Another page, a history Sell yourself all hopes and dreams That lead you feeling side-ways Trippin' over my own feet Tryin' to walk to my own beat Another car out on the street, Tryin' to find the highway Hey are

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish 我會是你的夢想,我會是你的願望 I'll be your fantasy, I'll be your hope 我會是你的幻想,我會是你的希望 I'll be your love, be everything that you need 我會是你的愛.你所需要的一切 I love you more with every breath 每一次呼吸之後,我就更愛你一點 Truly madly deeply do.. 真誠.瘋

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The wheels of life keep turning, Spinning without control; The wheels of the heart keep yearning, For the sound of the singing soul. And nights are full with weeping, For sins of the past we've sown; But tomorrow is ours for the keeping, Tomorrow the

Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes And I am taken to a place Where your crystal minds and my gentle feelings Take up shelter in the base of my spine Sweet like a chica cherry cola I don't need to try to explain I just hold on tight

Chained to You Savage Garden we were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me acting like a mover shaker dancing to madonna then you kissed me and I think about it all the time sweet temptation rush all over me and I think about it all t

Je me lève et je te bouscule Tu ne te réveilles pas comme d'habitude Sur toi je remonte le drap J'ai peur que tu aies froid comme d'habitude Ma main caresse tes cheveux Presque malgré moi comme d'habitude Mais toi tu me tournes le dos Comme d'habitud

We only have one candle To burn down to the handle No matter what they say If you live like a man, You live in tales you tell To rage and run like a fool You need no brain, your best tool Stay put and as they say Live like a man, the only way you can

A Star shines brightly high, To tell a King is nigh, But Mary holds a baby, No sound he makes, no cry; She lays him in a manger, This night he first is born, To keep him safe from danger, All on a Christmas morn. She lullabyes so soft, so low, She se