Lyrics:
back.
Back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back.
Back to where you once belonged.
Get back Jo.
Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was
amor
Invade
E fim
Marcelo Martins, saxofone
Paulo Calasans, teclados
Carlos Bala na bateria
André Vasconcelos no contrabaixo
I met your boyfriend on St. Martin´s Lane
And he said, "Fancy running into you again".
We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go,
And I
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
Att jag står över lagen ikväll
Om ni vill va' här och bada bassäng
Hoppas jag att ni betalar igen
För Martin Timell Martin Timell
Martin Ti Martin Ti
goodnight you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even a half what they might do
Don't believe me? Ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
Get back to where you once belonged
You better go on back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, yeah
Sweet Loretta Martin
Get back to where you once belonged
You better go on back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged
Get back, yeah
Sweet Loretta Martin
mighty well
Then old Dwight D Eisenhower or LBJ we sing
Two brothers know as Kennedy and Martin Luther King
And still the train rolls forward over
tüte Gras doch kein Feuer mehr am start
Wer zeigt dir paar Zaubertricks
der Bauer sucht ne Frau für mich
der Martin – Yeah
Ich bin der Martin – Yeah
Martins on
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity, though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations
serve.
Catfish, million-dollar-man,
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Even Billy Martin grins
When the Fish is in the game.
Every season
where you’re coming from You say nothing is right
I say nothing is wrong
Take a walk round Martin’s garden As the sun goes down
And all that you’ve ever
In 1782, in Kinderhook, New York State
Martin Van Buren was born December fifth, around eight
His schooling was in Dutch but he learned to speak
Amanda y Christian: sentí que habia encontrado ese amor esperado, confundí su amistad con amor de verdad (riiiisa)
Christian y Martín: cuando todo
the good die young, yeah
I just looked around and he was gone
Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed
Benji, Franklin (mula), Aston Martin
Yo estoy balling (uh), Luka, Spalding
Poli', wuh, shh, warning
Code Barney, Combi Marni
Messi, hat trick,
To a man with a dream
Hey, wake up Martin Luther
Welcome to the future
Hey, glory, glory, hallelujah
Welcome to the future
(Е-е-е)
(Е-е)
В сумке Rémy Martin, на очень жёсткой party
Гоним вечерами, катим вместе с thottie
В сумке Rémy Martin, на очень жёсткой party
Тусим
I don't have a plan
It's not that kind of thing
I'm not Martin Luther King
I don't have a dream
It's just sometimes I know
That's the way I'm
Dice don Martín Garata
Persona de alto rango
Que le gusta mucho el mango
Porque es una fruta grata
Pero treparse en la mata (ay, eso no)
Y verse
A wire on the back
For hanging Martin's mounted head
And who had the perfect life
And who had your delightful ways about him
Not dim of life
and
The whole McGranner's Family
Molly and the Stonemans and Martin and Crow
Dillard and Thompson and Smiley and Reno
(And we will sing) in the sweet by and by
Ski, ski, ski
Pičo Martin je legenda (bang, bang)
Legend, číslo 10 boy
Swag Martin Fenin, píčo Swag Martin Fenin
Kariéra neni, píčo kariéra neni
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