Текст (слова) песни: Tricky - Piano

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can`t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can`t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i`ll be you`re ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can`t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i`ll be you`re ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing
To the good, to the clean
And i`ll be you`re ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of size
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can`t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tricky - Piano To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can`t feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can`t feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches To the good, to the clean And i`ll be you`re ugly To the occasion, to the lie Kiss beneath, bridge of size Not some moaning, until they homing And they spoil it all To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can`t feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches To the good, to the clean And i`ll be you`re ugly To the occasion, to the lie Kiss beneath, bridge of size Not some moaning, until they homing And they spoil it all Not some moaning, until they homing Not some moaning, until they homing To the good, to the clean And i`ll be you`re ugly To the occasion, to the lie Kiss beneath, bridge of size Not some moaning, until they homing Not some moaning, until they homing To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit To the games pays to blame To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane Make it dance, not a chance, see her run See her come, take her kindly She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul She is lifeline to the heartbeat Can`t feel the heartbeat To the flowers, to the bunches, To the lunches, to the punches Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Piano: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/13871.html Все тексты песен: Tricky » Tricky - The Moment I Feared (For You Version) » Tricky - 360 » Tricky - Childrens Story » Tricky - Christiansands » Tricky - Black Coffee » Tricky - I Sell Guns » Tricky - Piano » Tricky - Ghost Town (live) » Tricky - Contradictive » Tricky - Ghetto Youth ( Something About You Versi » Tricky - Eurochild » Tricky - Ghetto Youth ( Nite Klub Version ) » Tricky - Keep Your Mouth Shut » Tricky - Ghost Town » Tricky - Devils Helper » Tricky - Heaven Youth Hell » Tricky - Ghetto Youth ( Live Version ) » Tricky - Together Now » Tricky - My Evil is Strong » Tricky - Black Steel Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Банников - Песенка молодого тунеядца » Евгений Муравьев - Не обиженный, не блаженный... » Егор летов - Мне насрать на мое лицо » Евгений Долотов - Про мирный советский трактор » Елена Елизарьева - Разгулялись ненасытные глаза!.. » Евгений Бабенко - Ответ Господа » Елена Фролова - Нет, сердце мое больше, чем эта мука... » Е.Польна В.Салтыков - Какая нелепость » Елена Фролова - Падший ангел » Егор летов - Самоотвод » Елена Гурфинкель - Дураки » Евгений Муравьев - У обмана два лица... » Елена Фролова - Мальчиком, бегущим резво... » Евгения Козина - Говорила мне мама: Не ходи в пустой город... » Евгений Клячкин - Анечка » Евгений Клячкин - Россия » Елена Фролова - Не прогоняй меня, Россия... » Е.Воробей - Ой, я мама не могу » Евгений Бабенко - Песенка о разных измерениях (посвящение воспоминаниям) » Евгений Бабенко - Послесловие к роману Ч. Айтматова ...И дольше века длится день... (Буранный полустанок)
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