I never said I'd prove it, I only said I'd show it I gave you my all, but you wanted more Lost on the inside, filling up the score. I remember playing
Bản dịch: The Beautiful Mistake. On Building.
, makin' History, makin' a change. Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape Slangers, all the record pushers. This goes out to everybody doin' it on
I used to wish that I could rewrite history I used to dream that each mistake could be erased Then I could just pretend I never knew the me back then
And I wonder then what it will take for my city to rise First we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes The ghost of old buildings are haunting
his greatest mistakes were gramatical If he only spent more time rehearsing and preparing There wouldn't have to be so much cursing and swearing Eyes on
(Buildings burn, people die.. but real love is forever) she enters the room so calm and compulse she's got one thing on her mind as she makes her approach
A pilgrim at the gray of dawn Leaving in the mist of morning On his journey of goodness Heaven sent, God blessed Pilgrim laughing at the world Spreading
To your lips, to your eyes I should have known it would come back to haunt me Crooked smile, a reflection in your eyes That shows my weakness for beautiful mistakes
Like a leaf On your tree Like a brick In the house That you will build Just for me Choir There is so much time Ahead of us After all the mistakes Yours
all the beauty Evil To rape the bodies of your disciples Too long I hide in the shades of woods... And now I build my beauty Hall Wallachian tyrant,
noose Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs
To keep us alive... There's no demons to fire it up All the beauty must die... There's no reasons or lies No drugs strong enough or time No mistakes
Decisively pull us under La, la, la la la, keep it on Melt my plastic heart Help me move on And on, and on, on and on, and on There?s friends for life
know how to be dumb? Are you ready to take your place In the modern museum of mistakes? Don't you know how to be dumb? Like a building thrown up overnight
's snatched on a beautiful morning A dog runs wild and the brakes are screaming A church on fire is struck by lightning The dead man's hands had beautiful
