No equation To explain the division of the senses No sound to reflect The radiance of time In the beginningest dream Halls of disorder Where we are swept
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone To let me know you made it home Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover If she's with me I'll blink
She always said crying won't get things done She said the rain never brings out the sun And you know that she'd tell you those tears won't un-break your
My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wonder kind You took me behind a disused railway line And said, "I know a place where we can go where we are
I got up on Sunday morning went to the church at ten I listened to the words I'd heard time and time again The preacher spoke of simple lives it seems
There was a time when I thought of no other and we sang our own love refrain Our hearts beat as one while we had our fun but time changes everything Time
HE WAS THERE ALL THE TIME Writer Gary Paxton (C) Time after (G/C) time I went (Am/C) searching for (G/C) peace in some (Dm) void. (Em/D - Dm7* - Em/D
Tell me, how long will we grovel at the feet of wealth and power? Tell me, how long will we bow down to that golden calf, now? (How long will be too long
chill Setting the mood, by the use of this groove Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant, a very clever move Because the baseline, combined with the fresh rhyme At a slow tempo
a ranch and start fuckin' Sue Ellen I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it You push a six while I push a rented tempest
an angel breathing a lesson unheard Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers a comforting word [ Both ] Wait till the darkness is over wait till the tempest
My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind You took me behind a dis-used railway line And said "I know a place where we can go Where we are
(Tell me) How long will we grovel at the feet of wealth and power (Tell me) How long will we bow down to that golden calf How long will be too long (Tell
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sol, bien l'enculer Pour ca qu'j'essaie de me retenir car lance, j'peux plus reculer L.U.N.A.T.I.C, album ecrit au placard Ca sent la Stan Smith, le trois
'un bas d'survet' avec une paire de Weston Qui a plus de flow que B.2.O personne Berlington paire de Stan Smith Smith&Wesson 20 janvier 09 j'm?arrache
dans le mental, Arabian original. Couplet n°2 : Imperiale est la marche des pantheres, Sans partenaire officielle car pave d'or sur parterre, Paramilitaire MC en temps
{Refrain:} Pas le temps d'etre endormi Faut montrer de quoi t'es capable dans cette vie Hante par le doute et tente par le diable L'envie, luxe, bonheur
