(Tim Rice/John Farrar) I shall think it a dream tomorrow I won't believe you returned That once again I saw and touched you And you're so unconcerned
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER Stone, the world is stone It's no trick of the light It's hard on the soul Stone, the world is stone Cold
, the game is so irresistible to touch You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I fienin' can clutch Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts like the Ol' Sugar hill Gang, King Tim
I'll run into you I can't go there Tim Mcgraw: When the sun shines, when it rains Christmas parties, football games Kenny: I can't go there Tim: Winter
hear Now they're deaf, dumb, and blind! [1st Lead: Craig] [2nd Lead: Tim] [3rd Lead: Craig] [4th Lead: Tim] "I look to the Heavens and call the
, right off 70 street She said, "Ya, how do you know that?" I said, "You live next door to my friend, her name, Tazra" She said, "Oh you know, Tim?"
the past we'll keep 'em in the past (Higher Higher Ever Higher) Skyliner Skyliner flying so freely We seem to really touch heaven Sunbeams all dance on your wings where the light
stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! the trigger at least was hers! V The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the
to keep 'em But I wonder if you know I hate sleeping alone So come and tell me what my kiss tastes like Don't wanna miss it So turn off the lights But
popcorn Put on a DVD Fax Tiny Tim a thank you For blessing you and me Sometimes we watch and wonder Has Christmas lost its touch? Can a world beyond
past we'll keep 'em in the past (Higher Higher Ever Higher) Skyliner Skyliner flying so freely We seem to really touch heaven Sunbeams all dance on your wings where the light
(Tim Johnson) 3 a.m. sit up straight in my bed Guess I've been dreamin' about you again I look to my left, oh but something ain't right 'Cause you no
popcorn Put on a DVD Fax Tiny Tim a thank you For blessing you and me These days we watch and wonder Has Christmas lost its touch? Can a world beyond
here Lightin' up a blunt as I'm passin' through the atmosphere Pass it to my passenger, mami's gettin' high now Me and her are nuthin' but a light up
a moose screw (huh?) I'm quite exquisite with it I'm naughty kill it skillet I'm on some Tretch and Tim Dog, Penicillin shit (damn) I'm '92 Nasty Nas
t take them chances Life is more to me than smoking and drinkin, exotic dances yeah Get plugged in, Jesus is the bright light Make your colors show kinda like a light
game is so irresistable to touch You should see me when fienin for microphones that I can clutch Droppin bombs, combinin the club attracts like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim
