Tina Arena Lyrics
Tina Arena Lyrics
"The Bohemienne Song Lyrics"
Bloody Lane Lyrics
Rockets hit the station, fire set ablaze, death and mutilation in the haze. Where mercy takes a holiday, hatred wears a crown. The undertaker's king in Ulster Town. Green the
Rockets hit the station, fire set ablaze, death and mutilation in the haze. Where mercy takes a holiday, hatred wears a crown. The undertaker's king in Ulster Town. Green the
Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands
My mother told me tales of Spain
I think that's where she longed to be
Of mountain bandits she once sang
Andalusia memory
There in t
Worms of the Earth Lyrics
Cold is the steel I have by my side It soon will by red stained with blood Along the way among the moor I can smell those who will die The earth is shaking nothing of human Hat
he mountains she was free Cold is the steel I have by my side It soon will by red stained with blood Along the way among the moor I can smell those who will die The earth is shaking nothing of human Hat
My mother, father all are gone
And I've made Paris be my home
I dream of oceans rolling on
They take my heart where I must come
Andalusia mountain home
Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohe
Big Fat Road Manager Lyrics
Every rock band has this guy Not many people really know why He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass He's got a big gut and a big fat ass He's the Big, Fat Road Manager
mienne Every rock band has this guy Not many people really know why He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass He's got a big gut and a big fat ass He's the Big, Fat Road Manager
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands
When I was a child in Provence
Barefoot in the hills I dance once
But the gypsy road is long
The road's so long
Every day I see a new chance
Maybe some road will lead from France
I will follow till I come home
Till I come home
Andalusia's streams
Run through my blood
Run throu
Sit To Understand Lyrics
the wind is blowing colder the temperature has dropped ever since i left your home i know thats why you cry when you see my picture crumbled on the floor ive always w
gh my day dreams the wind is blowing colder the temperature has dropped ever since i left your home i know thats why you cry when you see my picture crumbled on the floor ive always w
Andalusia's sky
When it calls me
I feel my heart fly
Bohemienne
No one knows where my story begins
Bohemienne I was born on a road that bends
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Come tomorrow, I'll wander again
Bohemienne, bohemienne
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands
Here's my fate in the lines of my hands