opinaletras.com
inicio
últimas
agregar
agregar opinión
agregar letra
listado artistas
listado de artistas por inicial:
#
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
>
Agregar Letra
Artista:
Canción:
Enviar Letra
inicio
artistas con inicial
G
letras de
GlassJaw
PIANO
0 opinión
Letra y Significado de
PIANO,
GlassJaw
Significados y Opiniones (
0
)
Letra
Oh no! Esta misteriosa letra aun no encontro explicación. Si estas acá, podes ser la primer persona que aporte el significado de esta canción. No es necesario registrarse, puede ser anonimo. Hace clic en el botón verde y envianos tu opinión.
:)
Envia tu opinión de PIANO
Envia tu opinión de PIANO
Three times alone this week
i was suppose to be a rock star.
"i only beat you when i'm drunk,
you're only pretty when you're crying."
we are suppose to be the ones to set the air afire.
three times alone this week
i was made into a liar.
Whether (or not) i found the gold
i never told.
richer: i
brilliant white.
i.
I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches.
show me what you've got
and scratch it because it itches.
call me chameleon
and extingish my fire.
three times alone this week
i was suppose to be a liar.
Maybe not.
why the stare?
would i lie about that which i am scared?
what did i say to you?
step into
a pot of gold,
rejoice in fire
that which soon burns gold.
what did i say to you?
I can't deny
the throat, the love, sincerity,
i can't deny it
"i've got to keep my p.m.a."
Corregir Letra
Mas canciones de GlassJaw con opiniones:
Significado de The Gillette Cavalcade Of Sports
(
1
opinión)
Corregir Letra
Three times alone this week i was suppose to be a rock star. "i only beat you when i'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying." we are suppose to be the ones to set the air afire. three times alone this week i was made into a liar. Whether (or not) i found the gold i never told. richer: i brilliant white. i. I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches. show me what you've got and scratch it because it itches. call me chameleon and extingish my fire. three times alone this week i was suppose to be a liar. Maybe not. why the stare? would i lie about that which i am scared? what did i say to you? step into a pot of gold, rejoice in fire that which soon burns gold. what did i say to you? I can't deny the throat, the love, sincerity, i can't deny it "i've got to keep my p.m.a."
Enviar Letra
-