you need is being you

ser vad som händer?Hur ska jag förstå?Nån som rör

you dream, sometimes it seemsThere's nothing there at allYou

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

1: Neil in a little while from nowIf I'm

Sitting here on Christmas Eve with a brandy in my handOh

are you gonna come down?When are you going to

I can't light, no more of your darknessAll my pictures, seem

We heard Richard Nixon say, “Welcome to the USA”The common sense

said, "I predictThat the world will end at half

jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the

it's carnival nightAnd they're stringing the lights around youHanging

knowing what they want of me that scares meIt's knowing,

story, tale or memoirEvery saga or romanceWhether true or fabricatedWhether

grew up in your hometown, at least began to growI

acho muito apropriadoEu  ser assim santificadoNão  tenho cara de um

can't control this flesh and bloodThat's wrapped around my

your name?My name is painWhere do you live?I live

If you want a loverI'll do anything you ask me toAnd

Ain't nothing like the real thing, babyAin't nothing like the real