And a woman needs a man, like a fish needs a bicycle - Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World
New York, like a Christmas tree, the night, the city belongs to me - Angel of Harlem
Midnight, our sons and daughters, were cut down and taken from us. Hear their heartbeats, we hear their heartbeats - Mothers of the Disappeared
Baby's got blue skies up ahead, but in this I'm a rain cloud. You know she likes a dry kind of love. - Sweetest Thing
Dream Out Loud - Acrobat
Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down - Acrobat
I want to run, I want to hide. I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. I want to reach out....and touch the flame. Where the streets have no name!
It's no secret at all - The Fly
New York, like a Christmas tree, the night, the city belongs to me - Angel of Harlem
Midnight, our sons and daughters, were cut down and taken from us. Hear their heartbeats, we hear their heartbeats - Mothers of the Disappeared
Baby's got blue skies up ahead, but in this I'm a rain cloud. You know she likes a dry kind of love. - Sweetest Thing
Dream Out Loud - Acrobat
Don't Let the Bastards Grind You Down - Acrobat
I want to run, I want to hide. I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. I want to reach out....and touch the flame. Where the streets have no name!
It's no secret at all - The Fly