There are fairer equals into which our grace can fall. Hover over top of me. One is to believe there is fearful thinking only. Stay here with me. In life as there is in death, the other is to deny.
Da hast'e Jahrelang vertraut, dich nackig gemacht.. Zukunft aufgebaut, bis ins Herz aufgemacht.. Hab ihn geliebt fast mehr als mich, bis er meine Freundin nahm, statt mich..
Bring it down until you hear. The haunted melody you've ignored. Drown out again. 'Cause you're afraid. Sometimes we might just sing along. . Run from who you are.
If I had a drink. I'd drink it.. If I had a drug. I'd take it.. I'd do anything to peel away the pain I feel right now.. . It's a mild December 31.. Snow cries hard onto flooded earth,.
Monday,. I wait outside your door. Tuesday. I sing you this song. Wednesday. I bring you a red, red rose. Take you to your favorite spot. 7 days a week.
[Verse 1]. This verse was ghost written by Capital STEEZ. I'm high cause I fly with Loriana's angel wings. Not cause I smoke weed, we in the era of the Pros.
Les enfants de Napoléon. Dans leurs mains tiennent leurs roustons. S'ils ont compris tous les clichés. Ca f'ra d'la bidoche pour l'armée.... Les partouzeurs de miss-métro.
As I tried to say goodbye. You wouldn't let me, kept holdin' me back. Now I see your face in the crowds. But it's never really you that I'm lookin' at.
I got twentieth nine ways just to make it to my baby's door. (To my lovely baby's door). I got twentieth nine ways just to make it to my baby's door. (To my lovely baby's door).
Came in with the wind. Got up and under my skin. I stand here in the corner. On this broken down day in Califoria. . I'm climbing these walls. a reflection of my withdrawls.
Whatcha do, whatcha do, whathca do with your own life?. Whatcha see, whatcha see, whatcha see as an astronaut, okay?. Whatcha eat, whatcha eat, whatcha eat as an alien?.
Whatcha do, whatcha do, whatcha do with your own life?. Whatcha see, whatcha see, whatcha see as an astronaut, okay. Whatcha eat, whatcha eat, whatcha eat as an alien?.
It's the big show tongue tip tied to the roof of my mouth. Bad naughty little angels come rushin' out.. I don't know but I been told you never die and you never grow old..
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart. I've got this thing that I consider my only art. Of fucking people over.. My boss just quit the job.