could never know what it's likeYour blood, like winter,

a plateia à loucuraEu quero ver lacrarTodo palco é

é tampinha ou um varapauHorizontal ou verticalMesmo que mande muito

knew I could feel like thisLike I'd never seen the

pity meI'm so alone and so blueMy friends have

matata, what a wonderful matata, it ain't no passing

gonna be a mighty king, so, enemies, I've

I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to

de "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on 1:

packed my bags last night, pre-flightZero hour: 9 a.m. And

could never know what it's likeYour blood like winter

it overReach across the lineLet's talk about it, tell

Sitting here on Christmas Eve with a brandy in my handOh

the quiet silent seconds I, I turned off the

couldn't take it anymore sonIt was tearing me apartWe're

1: I gotta do to make you love me?What

all lead such elaborate livesWild ambitions in our sightsHow an

England's roseMay you ever grow in our heartsYou were

when we start we say foreverWe say we care,

stands in all his glorySitting at the crossroads of