You came crashing into my life You pretend to work on a holy strife Only for whites and your disciples A bunch of fools breaking all the rules You are
This will be the farewell I could never speak The things I long to tell you when we're lying cheek to cheek You're oh so certain, simple self-assured
deaf eyes seem to watch the actions of definition human mockery. persuasions never made me feel so sickened. where's your action? spent stabbing aimlessly
If you could only see that I was not put here for you To judge me and dispute my in most truth And after all these years of enmity, envy and tears It'
A thousand souls are waiting, for a day that never comes A thousand eyes still closed, cause they're afraid to see the world Two thousand hands are bound
I wrote a goodbye note In lipstick on your arm When you passed out I couldn't bring myself to call Except to call it quits Best friends Ex-friends till
SAMMY I GOT Y'. I SHOT Y' AND Y' BLOODY KNOW I DID I GOT Y', I SHOT Y' LINDA I STOPPED IT WITH THE BIN LID SAMMY BIN LID - BUT YOU KNOW THAT
Were Ya Running Too? Did You Hear The Sirens In Your Weakness Aiding In The Shadows Oh No You're Already Dead Its On The T.V. In The Paper Will
Mother walks the streets With a baby in her hands Ohh, the child weighs on her mind Mama's looking for a man 'Cause her daddy's in the doldrums And mama
I couldn't tell you why, I'm never feeling satisfied. But every time the sun don't shine, it makes me want to run and hide. From the songs in my head
Testo di Donatella Rettore Musiche di Claudio Rego Stralunata come un angelo di strada che non sa dove volare annullata dentro un mondo senza vita che
Chi vuoi? Chi vuoi? Ti so delusa? Chi vuoi? Chi vuoi?? Chi e che ti voleva illusa? chi e, chi e?? Chi e, chi e? E non chiede scusa? chi e, chi
Une foule intriguee a cause d'un negro bride Teleguide par mes instincts de guerrier, je renais et remets En question les valeurs de l'evolution de ce
i'm living in myself today will there be anything to say? i'm living with my mom and dad couldn't put the bong down i'm living in the doldrums yes, i'
You came crashing into my life. You pretend to work on a holy strife on ly for whites and your disciples. A bunch of fools breaking all the rules. You
Translation: Blood Brothers soundtrack. Gypsies In The Wood.
