distractions so irresistible The hours fly by No work gets done Some Jewish kids still trying Some white kids trying too But millions of real American
Hello there How have you been I've called a million times But to me you're never in I know I never had the style or dash of Errol Flynn But I loved
your mind, romantic love Rots the brain, no doubt about it You're out of your mind You're out of your mind Seeing things like your heart with wings Then you hear violin
me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and scream violence Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin Yeah The violin, yeah the violin Game
Well they packed up their violin cases [Incomprehensible] Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scary No one talked as they synchronized
get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked I'm your average ordinary everyday kid Happy to do nothin', in fact that's what I did I got a million ways
My Dad, never climbed Mount Everest Never wrote a novel, never won a Pulitzer Prize My Dad, never planned a freeway, Never made a million, like some other
] [Verse Three: Wyclef Jean] Dance, she's in the city of Gods Dancin the Capoeira I see her in Brazil, eyy! Her cry, sound like 7 million violins Knowin
It went away too soon He was your son, I was your daughter and the dream would last a million years Embraced by the song of a million weeping strings
other words are deep in my veins that try to silence my pain I am the wordsmith Even if I never move a million units its a blessing how I do it I'm the
How many wrong turns can I make I'd give a million dollars just to see her smile on top of me But if she won't give it up well that's okay I never liked
A million violins could never sound sweeter than your name Hold me close and tell me baby tell me you're not a dream A wind of love has picked me up and
entanglement broke unsophisticated clockwise holiday way smoke abundant various metaphorically applause underneath hilarious oxymoron claws rectangular awkward hurt million
! Marlon Brando! Machiavelli! And Bertolt's Belly! A millionaire with curly hair, I'm your burning empire. Greta Garbo! Andy Warhol! And his jam-roll! Nero plays his violin
! marlon brando! machiavelli! And bertolt's belly! A millionaire with curly hair, I'm your burning empire. Greta garbo! andy warhol! and his jam-roll! Nero plays his violin
Too beautiful for words I cannot take them lightly Can you hear my silent heart It's on the tip of my tongue But my lips are still sealed Only violins
inside me Too beautiful for words I cannot take them lightly Can you hear my silent heart? It?s on the tip of my tongue But my lips are still sealed Only violins
Woman you fi di Juju Royal like a kani boot I will be di loom and you will bear my fruit Is to Paso Solo like a velvet suit Candle light dinner violin
