Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Hey, there must be something to this You say you're not alright
You can't make me go outside The trees are vicious The winds speak lies Arms of summer warn "rain tonight" On horseback through it I coughed to save your
Last night I dreamed about you and morning brought no change I'll spend this whole day crying with that usual thing Right now I can't remember the last
in town Nobody else home Can't carry their same load But I feel guilty like the flight went down And my cell phone wasn't on airplane mode Soy-based
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Don't you think its strange how All of us are lost now And all the money is spend In the funeral department We're breaking the house gates We'll take
It's like a sleeping city in the daylight Heartbeats come with the nightlight It's like a sleeping city in the daylight Like theives we've been working
One subtle look God help me Is all it took To sell me One single word Unspoken Your name unheard And I'm broken The sun and the moon and the stars in
Oh the tears that you weep For the poor tortured souls Who fall at your feet With their love begging bowls All the clerks and the tailors The sharks and
I heard it from my friends About the things you said I heard it from my friends About the things you said But they know me better than that They know
Someone will call Something will fall And smash on the floor Without reading the text Know what comes next Seen it before And it's painful Things must
They've all got knives drawn!! they've all got knives drawn!! one by one another one down. With fingertips gleaming in artificial light, just a few more
Somebody quickly, show me how to breathe again. (How to breathe) Because this lump inside my throat has grown so wide I'm nearly choking. I AM TO BLAME
Nel paese delle meraviglie devi badare solo ai fatti tui e non voltarti, non guardare indietro, non pensare che lo stato siamo noi la tua strada e comoda
Lei esiste e nell'oscurita nelle embre dolci della notte Tra la sabbia calda che culla i sogni e come un brivido pagano Il suo posto e la dove vivono
(Sono partigiano. Percio odio chi non parteggia, odio gli indifferenti. Antonio Gramsci, Scritti Giovanili. Sono Pinotti Avio nome di battaglia ATOS)
I?m gonna tell all you fascists you may be surprised The people in this world are getting organized You?re bound to lose, you fascists are bound to lose