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Yeah, ya, yeah
Yeah, ya, yeah oh.

Yeah… hey, alright…
I would dig a hole all the way to china
Unless of course i was there
And i’d dig my way home.
If by digging i could steal
The wind from the sails of the greedy men who ruled the world.
Still you’re my best friend
And after a good, good drunk
You and me wake up and make love
After a deep sleep where i was dreaming
I was dreaming of a

Dream girl
Dream girl
Dream girl (yeah)
Dream girl

I was feeling like a creep as i watched you asleep
Face down in the grass in the park in the middle of hot afternoon
Your top was untied and i thought how nice it’d be to follow the sweat down your spine.
You’re like my best friend
Oh, after a good good drink
You and me wake up and make love
After a deep sleep where i was dreaming
I was dreaming of a

Dream girl (yeah)
Dream girl
Dream girl (yeah)
Dream girl

Caught by a wave my back to the ocean.
It knocks me off my feet and
Just as i find my footing
Here you come again!

Dream girl, oh
Dream girl (mumble man)
The deep end…

Bulle de chagrin
Boule d incertitude
Tant de matins
Que rien ne dissimule
Je veux mon hiver
M endormir loin de tes chimeres
Je sais bien que je mens
Je sais bien que j ai froid dedans

Bulle de chagrin
Boule d incertitude
De nos destins
Naît que solitude
Tu dis qu il faut du temps
Qu aimer n est pas un jeu...

I don t wanna be the reckless one, the man with the gun
I don t wanna be the reckless one
I had it, I lost control, the chance I d hungered for, out the door

Heard it on the peacetime radio, the ratings were low
I heard it...

Anoche a tu lado,
intenté detener el tiempo un instante
y casi lo conseguí.
Contigo he conocido un mundo que
sólo me era imposible ver ...
Esta mañana, una sombra empaña mi querer.
Dicen que me estás mintiendo,
que no me quieres

Comment te dire

Quand s en va le dernier soleil d automne
Il vient chauffer encore les feuilles mortes
Sur les derniers colchiques il s abandonne
Avant que les froids de Novembre ne l emporte
Toi, si tu veux comprendre la tendresse
Donne-toi comme lui, donne-toi

Killing zone

Drop bombs, You’re gonna be warned
You’re gonna be scorned, You’re gonna be torn
There s a storm hittin your home, not a false alarm but a real one
Can t trick it, let s wake up, can t stick it, pick it lines striking
If you like it,...