back what I gave them No, I can't make right what I've made wrong I can't pretend that I tried to save them When they were drowning in my song So I
Keep moving, keep doing Keep breathing, stay living Keep moving, keep doing Keep breathing, stay living Keep eating, keep earning More scrimping, stay
Translation: Joshua Bell. Serenade (From 'schwanengesang' Song Cycle For Voice And Piano, D 957.
Translation: HIM. The Present (Burying Songs Cycle Version).
Keep moving, keep doing Keep breathing, stay living Keep moving, keep doing Keep breathing, stay living Keep eating, keep earning More scrimping,
straight Same old push and pull You got no time, you can't be late This is your life, breaking teeth for smiles One for the game, one just for the cycle
: Tykes who feast but do not pray Sun dried cheeks and sun dyed grains Spilled in the house that they leave like geese Travel in the night like a pearl
: Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you And
Locked up like a vault Keeping some great secret That no one wants to learn All of this is none of your concern but I wat for no one, no one comes the cycle
a bullet in your brain (y'know what?!) I'll be here when the world ends In due time you'll see your real friends [Chorus: x2] It's the same cycle Day
If I'm a bad person, you don't like me Well, I guess I'll make my own way It's a circle, a mean cycle I can't excite you anymore Where's your gavel?
its fucking wit me, fuck da city damn judge i aint even convicted,bleek told me dont play wit em donkey told me fight, man my mind goin through a motherefuckin cycle
for Flame, Eat these rappers chef of the game, Shit on the track, shit on the train, Murder the beat, the beat was slain, Rest in peace, that's a shame, He kill anybody song
relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song
the color to the scene A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems Space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love As song and chance
the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and
he moved to the Hills Really freaked out and drank snake blood Got himself clean Now back in the club And that's where I've been in this song But it'
'm from the X and I seen it all Shorties with dreams of playin' ball For Seaton hall turnin' fiends a full From me the word to Sacuon the same sad song