Lyrics:
to say
I'm not even bruised
Was gonna stay up to the touch
I radiate heat
Too much, must give
Quick, quick, quick, quick
(Objet Petit A) je crie
to say
I'm not even bruised
Was gonna stay up to the touch
I radiate heat
Too much, must give
Quick, quick, quick, quick
(Objet Petit A) je crie
You're a whirlwind
'Cause only you lift up
Everything you touch
20, 000 feet above the ground, yeah
And when it gets too much
I still feel your love
Lipstick on a thermos cup,
lust and whiskey fill it up
and smoke blows from the chimney to the moon.
It's much too cold in the Midwest -
chilly hands
through and you need me too
You already know that I'll never say no
These are trying times but I'm not even, I'm not even
This is the wrong time
For
You say too much yet never enough
And not the word you promised to us
You can't win without a voice
Without the ones who were robbed of their
they close the door
And tell me I'm too old or uncool
Maybe I got something
Special here brewing
Write what you know, ain't that the truth boy?
I should
You told me, "Baby, try to have a good time"
Bu while you're gone just remember you're mine
So I leave and go from town to town
Playing my music
dead, the royals fled
And, comrade, now we're stuck!
Vlad! I've been thinking about the Princess Anastasia
Oh, not you too, Dmitry!
It's
When I see you fate I see myself in you
Looking for someone better than you never knew
By myself I can do better and I know
That I've cried too
the liquor go to my head
When a devilish looking woman
Caught me by surprise
She said buy me a drink boy I'll show you some things
That will blow your mind
I'm missin' what we had
I wonder if you miss it, too
Were all the times we shared
Just moments passing by?
Going from "A" to "B"
These sounds I
I won't see you for miles
Hoping every day you find the strength to stay with me
I'm crippled by the sound you make when I walk out
Not too much
I wish he could see
How beautiful he is to me
I wish I could stay out of his way
But that's much too hard for me
I wish we could fly away
So you're gonna tell me what's harcore
Pass judgement on me and distort my words
I fucking gave my life to this
I talk too much, I contradict
Wake up in the morning, so blinded by the light
That I just lie and wait for the night
Years of precious moments don't add up to a day
Now I just
Now it's understood, it's finally kicked in.
And as we stop by this gathering of fire at the rocks,
I've forgotten all your world and here's to one
heard you he'd be mighty mad."
But it was much too late for runnin',
Cause behind me stood an eight foot goon.
He said, "I'll warn ya once," with a simple
that I know
Is I loved you way too much
Everybody goes, everybody leaves you
There's no one you can own and no one you could pay
Everyone's alone
time of bein' off
And now I'm not and Clowd's more wanted than Osama
Can't balance too much stress and good ganja
Me extraordinary style misunderstood
peep hole downtown
Got damn it boys this is everything we need
We got a job to do here, and if we do it right it's the last one
It's too much money
Used to be my Panic Room
The other side of me
Where I slept and woke by turns
And nothing seemed real
I was feeding on your life
Peering through
said that can be done just let me know what to do I'll write something on her website too
I mean it's easy for me and if it means anything to her
I'm
- baby can't you see
She was seventeen
Oh we're crying out el testamente d'amelia
'cause she's dying much too young ...........
Let us pray
Oh,
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