Sam Broussard lyrics
Sam Broussard lyrics
"Do The Numbers Lyrics"
Falling Down Lyrics
Angels on a subway She's buried in a magazine Stuck inside a replay Of someone else's dream Proph
Angels on a subway She's buried in a magazine Stuck inside a replay Of someone else's dream Proph
Bless the precious sensitive soul
who looks around and sees a miserable world
and suffers
Pretty baby how you suffer
Compassion separates us from the beasts
who crawl on bellies or walk on feet
You're a lover
Pretty baby you're a lover
Hot Time in The Old Town of Berlin Lyrics
Therell be a hot time In the town of berlin When the yanks go marchin in I wanna be ther
To feel so bad is to addTherell be a hot time In the town of berlin When the yanks go marchin in I wanna be ther
another misery upon the misery
Okay to cry but don't bleed
that's not what they need
Aie Yaille
Do the numbers and grow up ...
Giving love should be enough
So I love the one all dressed in black
one
Fast Driving Lyrics
Super super laserbeam looking cool like a fashion queen fast driving, superstyilng, bot-wiling, profiling take
ho gave her heart but not a thing came backSuper super laserbeam looking cool like a fashion queen fast driving, superstyilng, bot-wiling, profiling take
She got a black box
She keeps her heart in a black box
She became one of the ones
who turned her into what she's become
She got a black box
She keeps her heart in a black box
I have faile
I Saved Latin Lyrics
I took a shot at the world And I missed (amo te') Traded my bow for a new year's kiss
d, bastards prevailedI took a shot at the world And I missed (amo te') Traded my bow for a new year's kiss
I gave my heart but only part of it came back
The balance is wrong
I can't hang on
Aie Yaille
Do the numbers and grow up ...
When giving love is not enough
Aie Yaille
You'll always be a part of me