But all this confusion, just disappears When I find a quiet place, where I can hear One clear voice, calling out for me to listen One clear voice, whispers
Translation: Peter Cetera. One Clear Voice.
Translation: Peter. One Clear Voice.
same [Hyde & Lucy] It's a dangerous game ! No one speaks- Not one word- But what words are in our eyes (Alternately) Silence speaks- Loud and clear
[Puffy] Sometimes I don't think you motherfuckers Understand where I'm coming from Where I'm tryin' to get to Sometimes I hear voices I can't see it,
you miss me Some solitary thinkin' and lonesome drinkin' for me tonight There's two things that'll kill a girl They'll strike her down right where she stands One is his voice and one
in your fate I believe we can fly on the wings we create A voice from behind calls up anger and fear We can silence that scream it's simple and clear
she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say "Jeeze, I can't find my knees" Oh, jewels and binoculars Hang
across the years Other matters disappear In the murmur I can hear Familiar voices loud and clear Hello, hello, hello, hello, goodbye I heard you singing Like one
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on
known the price of evil And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah No one to call everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah It
world do its part You're number one 'cause deep inside, feelings still abide You're number one, you light the way, night becomes the day You're number one
mem'ry in the hearts deep sighs As when one hearkens to the chanticleer At hand with eager song at break of day Evoking answer upon answer clear From
hear a voice I hear a voice Calling, calling Calling me Now it is so clear He must appear To be betrayed So we can be saved No one can see clearly
up it's Joey motherfucker Takin' the steps up with only one thing on our mind Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die Up the steps, got closer The voices
to me they all vital And got truth within 'em, gotta read them boys You just can't skim 'em, different branches of belief But one root that stem 'em
perfect grace In a catacomb Or cave of endless drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice
