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Album: The Best Of
Year: 1998
Quality: High
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Track listing:
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| 1. |
Santana Band - Jingo.mp3 |
7.48 Mb |
download |
| 2. |
Santana Band - Evil Ways.mp3 |
6.90 Mb |
download |
| 3. |
Santana Band - Black Magic Woman / Gypsy Queen.mp3 |
9.40 Mb |
download |
| 4. |
Santana Band - Oye Como Va.mp3 |
7.59 Mb |
download |
| 5. |
Santana Band - Samba Pa Ti.mp3 |
8.40 Mb |
download |
| 6. |
Santana Band - She's Not There.mp3 |
7.35 Mb |
download |
| 7. |
Santana Band - No One To Depend On.mp3 |
9.77 Mb |
download |
| 8. |
Santana Band - Open Invitation.mp3 |
8.40 Mb |
download |
| 9. |
Santana Band - Hold On.mp3 |
7.75 Mb |
download |
| 10. |
Santana Band - Bella.mp3 |
7.95 Mb |
download |
| 11. |
Santana Band - Winning.mp3 |
6.13 Mb |
download |
| 12. |
Santana Band - All I Ever Wanted.mp3 |
7.15 Mb |
download |
| 13. |
Santana Band - Dance Sister Dance (Baila Mi Hermana).mp3 |
14.57 Mb |
download |
| 14. |
Santana Band - Europa (Earth's Cry Heaven's Smile).mp3 |
9.01 Mb |
download |
| 15. |
Santana Band - Everybody's Everything.mp3 |
6.20 Mb |
download |
| 16. |
Santana Band - Soul Sacrifice.mp3 |
11.62 Mb |
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Artist: MGMT
Song: Time To Pretend
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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