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Bản dịch: Air Supply. We The People.
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Holdin' man under arrest, takin' time outta my life Once time's taken, time can't take back We're from a place where it's [Incomprehensible] Some real most idiots, mommy's tryin' hard we
of elements, stop We are discontinuin' our line of braggadocio In light of the current trend in 'Realness', stop As an alternative, we will be confiscatin' weed supplies
if someone falls Watch everyone else hold hands And try so hard and maybe we'll start to see That you and me, we're not so crazy Michael Bolton Celine Dion Air Supply
hour Part click and part man Reconcilin' my lifespan Keeping things whole We move out of the space where air flows When all of a sudden Here we are and here we
got no where to go believer The only one I know Between us I'm the stranger Who never does the things that people do I let it through Believer We always
They were just like you and me But they were wiser and all had the message We really had to believe We really had to believe They showed me how the
And the violence in my insides is glowing and malignant, and the only way to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the fresh air come in. And your public
I ain't full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab Naw, bitch we don't believe in air
little things that you do, that we shared, me and you, air I breathe you supply me with such wonder stuff just one touch is all I need It feels like
we'll taste? With a little salt and pepper How do you think we'll taste? With a little salt and pepper How do you think we'll taste? Cyanide the water
yeah, we flippin' through the pages of time to find design Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia We shinin' deeper than petroleum jelly We in the air
With surface permutation of the permafrost We thought close support from the Navy Carriers and Air Force Would give us all what we needed, we were wrong
