more than rain that falls on our parade tonight it's more than thunder it's more than thunder it's more than a swindle this crooked card game it's more
Превод: Чека, Том. Више од Киша.
nothing more There are no basic functions I am running for I could run a mile My distortion Everything is Disproportioned Swallow [?] break All is back again Everything is closer More
he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen Who you tellin'? The world is mine like Esco If not, at least a house and Esgro Turnin' ghetto stars into Uncle Tom
Oh baby, this one's from the heart Crystal: I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone? But the roads get so slippery when it rains I love you more than
you lead me) Hey hey Peeping Tom what do you see Looking through my keyhole staring at me Hey hey peeping tom right behind the door Do you need some attention Are you waiting for more
called the gilbert hotel there's a couple letters burned out in the sign and it's better than a bus stop and they do good buisness every time it rains
(Tom Waits/ Kathleen Brennan) Well I stumbled in the darkness I'm lost and alone Though I said I'd go before us And show the way back home There a light
nothing more There are no basic functions I am running for I could run a mile My distortion Everything is Disproportioned Swallow ? break All is back again Everything is closer More
they rangin on yo block and yo brains like chillay [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] My chain too silly, my watch to dumb Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom
dear Tom, I met two men today. They had your picture and they knew your name. And what?s more they said you?d done some awful things. Like you said Tom
