I've been alive forever And I wrote the very first song I put the words and the melodies together I am music and I write the songs I write the songs
Why didn't I write that song I've lived every line that's in it Why I even know where every word belongs If you'll listen you can hear my heart fall all
From day one, something was wrong I thought I could see you through it Thought you would change, but i was wrong and now i stand here screaming Too many
I object to this line of questioning There is something festering behind your eyes Beneath your words misplaced And in my face You are not just telling
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ Your text that would incite a light, "Be lit" Our music deserving devotion unswerving Cry "Do I deserve her?" with
[Originally by Barry Manilow] I've been alive forever And I wrote the very first song I put the words and melodies together I am music and I write the
I'm over here and it's cold I'm writing recipes for growing old Growing old, mean and alone Oh, baby, pick up the phone This pain in my heart Has been
Non c'A? contatto di mucosa con mucosa eppur mi infetto di te, che arrivi e porti desideri e capogiri in versi appassionati e indirizzati a me; e porgi
Oh, where is your inflammatory writ? Your text that would incite a light; 'be lit' Our music deserving Devotion unswerving Cried; 'do i deserve her?'
Io scrivero se vuoi perche cerco un mondo diverso con stelle al neon e un poco d'universo mi sento un eroe a tempo perso io scrivero se vuoi perche
J?ecris J?ecris mes reves sur des bouts de papier Je couche les peines dont je n?peux parler Je chante ma douleur pour mieux l?oublier Je n'fais que conter
Au jourd'hui je t'ecris de Mars Il pleut beaucoup et j'en ai marre Et je m'ennuie de toi ? de toi Les martiennes sont vraiment tres belles Leurs cheveux
Je t'ecris des trottoirs de nos villes habillees en Noel, de quelques nuits d'hiver aux saveurs douces-ameres Je t'ecris de ces soirs de lumieres, des
Non c'e contatto di mucosa con mucosa eppur mi infetto di te, che arrivi e porti desideri e capogiri in versi appassionati e indirizzati a me; e porgi
E Non esiste quell'attimo che ho perso e' scappa sempre con i tuoi vestiti addosso E non esiste che e' scontato che esistiamo cosi come' scontato che
I've been alive forever And I wrote the very first song I put the words and the melodies together I am music And I write the songs [Chorus:] I write
(ritornello) Vorresti avere la mia voce e il mio stile la mia forza e la mia voja de vive meccanismi che non posso capire e se loro si fanno i film vorresti
Here's the thing about the music business. The trick is playing trend rock right before the trend hits. Playing it right after means your band has missed
