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The buffalo's gone. And the mountain top's flat. The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites. You lean to the left but you walk to the right. And it feels like déjà vu. The sun goes down and I'm still missing you. Counting the cost of love that got lost. And under my Gulf Stream, in circular balls.
The buffalo's gone. And the mountain top's flat. The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites. You lean to the left but you walk to the right. [Verse 4] And it feels like déjà vu. The sun goes down and I'm still missing you. Counting the cost of love that got lost. And under my Gulf Stream, in circular balls.
18 de mar. de 2019 · Déjà Vu (Roger Waters) Enviado por Dieguitoacdc el Lun, 18/03/2019 - 09:00. Letra original. If I had been God I would have rearranged the veins in the face to make them more resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageing ... Y parece un deja vu El sol se oculta y aún te extraño
Deja Vu by Roger Waters. Biography: George Roger Waters (born 6 September 1943 in Great Bookham, Surrey, United Kingdom) is an English musician, singer-songwriter and composer. Roger Waters was the main lyricist for the classic British rock band Pink Floyd.
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites. You lean to the left but you vote to the right. And it feels like déjà vu. The sun goes down and I'm still missing you. Counting the cost of love that got lost. And under my Gulf Stream, in circular balls. There's ninety-nine cents worth of drunkards and fools.
La trucha en los arroyos son todas hermafroditas. You lean to the left, but you vote to the right. Te inclinas a la izquierda pero votas por la derecha. And it feels like déjà vu. Y se siente como déjà vu. The sun goes down and I'm still missing you. El sol cae y yo todavía te extraño.
The buffalo's gone. And the mountain top's flat. The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites. You lean to the left but you vote to the right. And it feels like déjà vu. The sun goes down and I'm still missing you. Counting the cost of love that got lost. And under my gulf stream, in circular pools.
