Tekster:
Adele Other

(by The Strokes) Last night she said Oh, baby I feel so down Oh, and turned me off When I feel left out So I I turned around Oh, baby I don't care no

Sometimes the hole You left hurts my heart So bad it cuts through The deepest parts of me And fills up my mouth With words that I cry How I'm still trying

chances, so many answers, the reason we are far from the damage the reason we go away to manage, the way we feel about love, about life, the other things

You don't seem To care You close the door And leave me Standing there Oh, honey That's not fair That's it I quit I'm movin' on The other night We had

Never been a girl who used to cry Didn`t show emotions, don`t know why Didn`t wanna feel the pain inside, I guess But as the years keep going by, you

Adele Apprends le mot des choses Les moches comme les belles La sagesse des roses Et la forme irreelle Cherche tout et ose Le tour de gondelle, Adele Adele

. Fell thirty stories, died in mid-flight. Now onto other news - What does it matter to you? It won't affect you anyways - Now onto other news.

: 'O cielo se sposta ?a sta terra e me porta luntano ?o viento ca addurava ?e fierro mo passa pa? ?a mano bello ?o mestiero do ?o re ride pensan ca a

: I thought I told you, he'd be home soon Can't help myself, you're too good to be true! I fall short each time, Every time he... You... closer in here