I nearly died when you jumped in But you had to drown before you could swim All the people on the beach, they were so impressed That they wanted to join
The sun is up The sun is high The sun is in your eye You're shades they mirror everything They're leaving me quite blind This game is up We've had enough
'Cause I want to be seen With a fresh pair of eyes The single white tree In a black hood of disguise I want, I want to be seen With a fresh pair of eyes
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I feel the presence of the Lord moving in the atmosphere Like on the day of Pentecost, they were all with one accord, And a sound came from Heaven like
I'm young and livin fun, huh Sure look down and call it dumb, huh I could still see the sun, huh Do you remember 21, huh Can I stay in the way, huh Grow
[Doug E. Fresh] Breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c'mon (YEAHHH!) [Vigilante] Lawd have mercy, just gotta say When me gun a-whistle it'll fly
Douce, comme une soiree d'automne en Provence Comme la brise s'egare quand elle danse Comme un enfant qui prie en silence. Belle, a rebatir la tour
Se ne esco giuro che mi rivedrai com'ero io prima di lei se riesco tornero puntuale li al posto mio e avro addosso meno rabbia e un vestito fresco trasparente
ROHFF: ahh fini le stress, (vitaa houohouhou)... la jalousie, la polution, les bouchons,les vacances... c parti vitaa+ jasmin: Holidays have i again
Douce, douce, La cheminee Rougit ton nez Et ta frimousse, Douce, douce, J'ai allume Pour toi les ne- ons d'la grande ourse, Douce, douce, Ta jarr'telle
Non e cosi non e cosi che vedo i giorni ombre di passi senza te e poi distanze, notti e Alpi cavalli di frisia contro me ma tu voli
My words are not clear, I know, at all But language becomes foolish when all you do is crawl. Fear is coming And it would blind us all. My brain feeds
Would it sound stupid if I say That everything, and I say everything, has turned into grey? But what else should I say? What there?s out, I don?t like
A nail in the flesh To suffocate all the mess. A flower born dead, But its color?s still pink, my friend. A rotten apple falls off the tree. Though it
Violence makes ultra-violence. Hysteria made a shame in our bed. Violence makes ultra-violence. It?s a shame in our bed. ?And don?t look up? he said, ??
?Breathe the light and see the air. Look at me? the mirror said. ?Stop pulling your head underground, Instead of having it flying on clouds? I said: ?
You don't have a clue, What it is like To be next to you. I'm here to tell you, That it is good, That it is true. Birds singing a song, Old pain is