(Darby Slick)
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
tears are running ah running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
„MIŠA, ačiū tau už dainas ir tavo gerą širdį. Buvai nuostabus žmogus ir tikras muzikantas – dainininkas, savo srities profesionalas! ILSĖKIS RAMYBĖJE UŽUOJAUTA ŠEIMAI…(1947-11-12*2024-06- 12)“, – savo feisbuko paskyroje jautriai apie garsių estrados hitų a
Mirė estrados hitų autorius Michailas Jablonskis. Jautria žinute socialiniuose tinkluose pasidalijo atlikėjas Radžis Aleksandrovičius.
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„MIŠ A, ačiū tau už dainas ir tavo gerą širdį. Buvai nuostabus žmogus ir tikras muzikantas – dainininkas, savo sritie
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close the world,open the next
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Life\'s a BITCH. \'Cause if it was a SLUT, it\'d be EASY.
2009 m. gruodžio 24 d. 10:28:28
And all the joy within you dies
(Chorus)
Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love
When the garden's flowers, baby, are dead
Yes, and your mind, your mind is so full of red
(Chorus)
Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
Yeah but in your head, baby
I'm afraid you don't know where it is
(Chorus)
Tears are running, they're all running down your breast
And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest
(Chorus)