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The road to hell
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman By the side of the road With a face that i knew like my own Reflected in my window Well she walked up to my quarterlight And she bent down real slow A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow She said 'son what are you doing here My fear for you has turned me in my grave' I said 'mama i come to the valley of the rich Myself to sell' She said 'son this is the road to hell' On your journey cross the wilderness From the desert to the well You have strayed upon the motorway to hell Loving you
The night was black with thunder
The streets were wet with rain Another day goes under A little bourbon will take the strain And Im waiting for my take-home french fries She smiled and said take me away We always laughed but I think she means it But Im dreaming my life away Loving you Loving you the way that I do The weekend cars are leaving In a spray of wind and sound The bar-talk, make believing And the drinks go easy down Its back to the all-night take-away She says here comes the man of my dreams We always laugh but I think she means it And Im spending my time Just loving you Loving you the way that I do کریس رئا
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شنبه چهاردهم مرداد 1385ساعت 1:44 توسط سهراب سیبیلو |
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نام : سهراب
نام خانوادگي : سیبیلو سال تولد : مشخص نیست محل صدور : همینورا تحصيلات : مهم نیست هر گونه نشر و پخش مطالب اين سايت، نيازمند اجازه از مولف آن است. |
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خرداد 1386 بهمن 1385 آذر 1385 مهر 1385 شهریور 1385 مرداد 1385 تیر 1385 خرداد 1385 اردیبهشت 1385 اسفند 1384 بهمن 1384 دی 1384 آذر 1384 آبان 1384 مهر 1384 |
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تعداد بازدید کنندگان سهراب سیبیلو
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