Siella on taivas lahella On sinne hyva kavella kadonneen lapsen matkoiltaan voikukkakruunu hiuksissaan Vain siella varjot vaalenee ne taipuu tanssiin
: Siella on taivas lahella On sinne hyva kavella kadonneen lapsen matkoiltaan voikukkakruunu hiuksissaan Vain siella varjot vaalenee ne taipuu tanssiin
Staring deep into your eyes Searching for answers to questions I can't find If I took for granted that I held your heart I'd beg forgiveness but I don
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All the people in your hometown When you were just a teen Said that you were pretty Like in the magazine And so you left your hometown To try out for
My friends think I'm crazy that I'm working too hard But they don't see these memories that haunt me in the dark Since you went and left me, since you
Fear and panic in the air I want to be free from desolation and despair And I feel like everything I sow Is being swept away, well I refuse to let you
Now let?s start the show Step out of the cold We come from the go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The foes and the stones Whoever you
It takes all kinds To keep this world in place It's a fragile balance That let's us spin through space So everybody's Got their job to do And girl I
Pack up, I?m straight, enough Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Oh say, say, say Wait, they don?t love you like I love
So make it real Just make it real That's not a reason to fire me That ain't no real reason It's funny things cheapen when we disagree If things got any
Porcelain and alabaster Decaying ever faster Unaware of imminent disaster Open up your eyes As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Did you wander
Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate We all fall down, all fall down Deprecate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom
If I could only get the tools The stimuli and the molecules Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype A credit to the genotype Re-program your
Back in '83, a man came to me And he told me, "Son Our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields Speculators and yields rotten
Amid the heat and the wrack Hot boots invested and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall