Stoty u? restorano baro Stovejo miesto pa?iba Ir kviete lyg bites nektaro Barmeno Beno ?ypsena Gra?uolio usai kaip husaro Merginu alpdavo pulkai O Benas
I wanna patrol your innocent mind, it's only a dream It'd be just like the old days I know and I feel in the value of sound How can we still, tear each
Listen to the lyrics we are the one's prophesied to return My main concern is for all of you to learn How to live, yes through the lyrics I give and send
(Herbert Vianna) Desce dai garoto Senao atiro em voce Porque 'ce nao mostra que e homem Porque 'ce nao tenta correr Qual e seu guarda Que papo careta
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Dear one I hope you are somewhere, where you are save Where you feel protected, where you can find peace I want to let you know that I miss you Because
Cuarto Nivel-Randy Zion y Jowell Presten atencion (presten atencion) Gatitas Presten atencion (presten atencion) Gatitas Presten atencion Cada cual
Like you I've been hurt, seen my face in the dirt, but I never reacted like you The last time we met, you seemed so upset, when you left town you did
I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's
Firstly, you begin Secondly, you continue Thirdly, you end Fourthly,
Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Shyeah Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's goin' down Even though the laws patrollin' Them
Alone with the morning burning red in the canvas in my head Painting a picture of you and me driving across country In a dusty old RV, just the road and
On the fourth floor of the building In a shallow window box She's digging in the soil with a silver spoon Her hands inside rubber gloves Planting seeds
Es ist bei uns wieder mal soweit Nur ein kurzer Weg bis zum 4. Reich Linke Zeitungen vom Staat zensiert Faschistenorgane werden toleriert Journalisten
4.16 a.m. All the small things grow 1000 times I was murdered by beauty
Stars fall on the 4th of July (Hell, yeah) Oh, it sounds like a war outside (Hell, yeah) Half mast '96 Old glory's getting older Ripped and torn apart
A million miles away you seem so far from me. In that time I've see what we could grow to be. Those calls I need from you they serve me like a drug, to
It's a new day. I woke up feeling wiser than I did yesterday. I've cleaned a slate I never thought I would. Thinking about the good times between me
