He wakes up cold at half past nine Shakes it off and looks for his shoes Gets to work he's right on time What else could he do? Day goes by, it's off
I live my life just to see you Remember what you said, I believed you I'd never danced so fast, I got tired But now we step so slow in the quiet We got
Who needs a nurse? Who called the hearse? Who took the chance? Who wants to dance? Who'll lift the curse? Swim in a lake Get up and shake Turn up the
No telling how this came to be You ending up here when you didn't agree But now that you're gone when people fall wrong You'll be the one who's missing
I can tell by the way you walk You wanna be alone with him 'Cause you're pacing at an open door You're waiting and you can't come in Why do you make
Translation: French fries. Holiday.
Ding fries are done ding fries are done ding fries are done ding fries are done I gotta run I gotta run I gotta run I gotta run I work at Burger King
Burgers and fries and cherry pies, it was simple and good back then Walking in the sand hand in hand never thinking that it could end Making our love
I thought that was your voice I thought that was my car No, we ain't ever met before But I know who you are You're living in my house And I'm living
On 6-6-66 I was little I didn't know shit and on 7-7-77 eleven years later still don't know any better by 8-8-88 it's way too late for me to change and
Pommes unser, der du bist im AT Geheiligt werde dein Disturbed Dein Slayer komme, Dein Slipknot geschehe wie am Freitag so auch am Sonntag. Unser taglich
It's the comedy of tragedy that keeps me hanging on Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song? We've all got better things to
It's the comedy of tragedy that keeps me hanging on Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song? We've all got better things to do
A church and houses A dry wind rises No seaside No tide A bridge over No river ? of a yellow moon No record shops Pizzas and lollipops Coffee and a little
The way you look today makes you look older but I like it all the same and we could spend together doing nothing train rides ar'nt in vain when you know
I thought that was your voice I thought that was my car Now we ain't ever met before But I know who you are You're living in my house And I'm living in
a church an houses a dry wind rises no seasight no tight a bridge over no river three quarters of a yellow moon three quarters of a yellow moon three
