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T.Love - Bęben mój (Śpiewam bęben)
Miałem Wielki Sen - Zabiłem Lwa
Miałem Wielki Sen - Zabiłem Ja
W moim buszu Wielka Zwierzyna
W moim buszu Dużo Jedzenia
Mam kobietę - Moja jest
Mam kobietę - Dam jej jeść
Chcę zaśpiewać pieśń - Zaśpiewać pieśń
Chcę zaśpiewać pieśń
Mam swój Bęben - Bęben mój
Mam swój Bęben - Bęben mój
Kiedy walczę - Ze mną jest
Gdy zwyciężam - śpiewa pieśń
Zamknij oczy i tańcz
Zamknij oczy i skacz
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Bee Gees - Voice in the wilderness
It's
another woman
Hey, it could be me, it could be anyone
Yeah, she got the energy to blind the sun
And she make me glow
She sparkle and I see the light
I miss her every moment she is out of sight
She's a necessity
My baby keeps rolling me
Watch her glide
This girl is bonafide
She's got what causes chaos
She's got the power that I can't explain
Blowing through each other like a hurricane
Look at me, I'm twenty-seven stories ...
Hot Action Cop - Drinking for 11
Drinking for a living, that's just what i do
when i'm not with you
my heart goes to bed
End of the bar, that's just where i'll be
don't try and come find me
cause im already dead
With one eye tied upon the open road
i feel your presence and i can't let go
it moves so slowly as it creeps into my mind
steals every breath i have and leaves my heart behind
Wanna know what you're feeling if you're feeling alone
i wanna hear you still care
the last time i rememberyou was the ...
INXS - Never tear us apart
Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart
I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears
I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why
I
I was standing
You ...
Status Quo - Pictures of matchstick men
When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow
I rush home to bed I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning
See your face come peeping through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
When will this haunting stop?
Your face it ...