I saw the signs, I shoulda let you go

houve um tempo de acreditarQue a justiça iria renovarNossa existência,

WILKINSON, Plié, tendu segundaPlié, tendu fechouDevelopé devantPerna vermeOlha

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

am the elder Utah SmithI've got two wings to

remember when rock was youngMe and Suzie had so

I carried you in my armsThrough the hotel to our roomThe

the day we arrive on the planetAnd blinking, step

and regulationsAnd real estate are things I've left behindFights

just like Noah's arkThere's two of every kindPretty girls

There's more to life than panicAnd being some other guy's snackEugh!I

the pines will be falling everywhereVillage children fight each

story, tale or memoirEvery saga or romanceWhether true or fabricatedWhether

deep within the tomb, a gentle light still shoneShowing me

life, one has to face a huge assortmentOf nauseating fads

and gentlemen, the hardest working man in show business, Mr.

Matata!What a wonderful Matata!Ain't no passing means no

Timon & ka' se det kommeHvad!?Det vil de ikke

Maybe, you're always maybeMaybe, maybe I love youMy thanks jaunty for

Time has told meYou're a rare rare findA troubled cureFor a