: so tonight i will toast just who ever comes close to the most unoriginal sin CHORUS THREE: so tonight i will toast just who ever comes close to the most
Vertaling: John Hiatt. De meest Unoriginal Sin.
Vertaling: De meeste, John. Vijf.
Vertaling: Taglieri, John. Meeste van de tijd.
THREE: so tonight i will toast just who ever comes close to the most unoriginal sin CHORUS THREE: so tonight i will toast just who ever comes close to the most
which version of you I might get on the phone tonight Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why Dear John, I see it all now that
I believe I believe in the power of now I believe I will see If I let go somehow To be here in this moment Is all that I ask In the heart of forever No
Somebody said "Tomorrow never brings nothing new" Wasn't that someone you? Who are you now? Don't I remember someone standing outside the door Wasn't
If you believe, won't you please raise your hands? Let's hear your voices, let us know where you stand Don't shout from the shadows 'cause it won't mean
I will get by Touch the sky, time to fly 'til we die For what it's worth I see the purpose of life I see below the surface and the version that you know
it's gon' be Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T It's a war dance and victory step A raw stance is a gift when you insist it's my rep John
She just started liking cheatin' songs And what's bothering me I don't know if it's the cheatin' she likes Or just the melodies I've never had any reason
We should've taken A little more time All I know is your name But we were two strangers Alone in the night No one's really to blame It might've been
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte I been fightin' shadows wrapped in camouflage Screamin' bloody murder at the daily sabotage
If you believe Won't you please raise your hands Let's hear your voices Let us know where you stand Don't shout from the shadows Cause it won't mean a
If you were Audrey Hepburn And gracefully you set about your scene And the moral of the story Successfully adapted to the screen Would it make any difference
There was supple-jack and leopard wood, Myall, Wilga and it goes on. I jump in my truck, but I'm out o' luck, 'Cause most of the trees have now gone, Most
Tell ya little bit of trouble I have 'Cause all I really think about is you Back and forth and around again 'Cause all I really think about is you Pickup
