Verse 1:. There's no doubt to me. In all beings, there's. A modicum of self-worth. But from what I have seen. I refuse to believe. The meek shall inherit the Earth.
Do you even compute?. . Future home. Future alone. . Luau for the rome plows.. . Future home. Future alone. . Even if kills you. Turn it off. It's a human interest.
Mama, mama don't look now, I'll say it when. There's a red bus and it's comin' up along. And I might recommend that when the protests are over. . You will not expect to be so well.
Woke him up with a barrel to his head. His eyes shut tight, bracing for the blow. Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand. . Twenty days in a concrete fallout.
And there's a quiet in the cellar. And if they find us. It'll be all she wrote. And by the time the ground had thawed. The summer. She had barely spoke.
I've been thinkin'. I've been facin [or phasin']. I've been makin' a shelf. To line 'em up along. And not to keep it all to myself. . These words. They need a night out.
Caught in the sinking sand. The wind flows fast through my fingers. Just reach out your hand and give me one thing to hold on to. Just give me one thing that isn't see through.
Quando o véu da escoridão imcobrindo a imensidão. Que as estrelas aparecem no infinito. Eu contemplo no poente. Uma nuvem reluzente, nesse instante tudo fica mais bonito,.
I set a chorus for destruction. When I chose to give myself away. And I'm afraid to change what I've already started. But I can't find another way. And so I sit in stare out the window.
Lights come on from neighbors woken up. And the flash, our cue for the dash to the car. To the back porch where we laugh and we pass to the left. And reflect on expected repetitiveness.
Funny how it all just fades away to soul decay. From the things the world can say or can I say?. Everybody needs a little moment of truth. When they find the new, a new way to live with themselves.
Bound to say something. Eyes closed, it's cold, and I'm home. I feel like nothing again. Pretending not to care, but I care. And I care, don't say another word.
Is it so hard for you to turn around. And make the right decisions you never even attempted to try?. Some people go their whole lives. Without changing or rearranging.
If you could take me with you. Would you be delicate with me?. This is my first time communion. I cannot breathe or speak or see. . I'm out of my mind, I'm out of my mind.
vague feeling of dread. dreamt what's his name was dead. or maybe was Christian. can't tell you though. . Christian, Christian, line 'em up for the witch hunt.
Don't you know they're gonna cut you down to size. (they cut you down yeah they'll cut you down). You're gonna find out when you see it right in their eyes.
I was born with no future, born to die without a chance. well, I refuse to play the hand that life has dealt. I'm as good as anyone, maybe better than most.
[Robert:]. Cries from the grave resound in my ears. They hail from beyond my darkest fears. Faces of the past are etched in my brain. The women I raped, the men I've slain.
You are a beautiful woman in a beautiful world. but your world is gonna die. I have seen the human race. drop dead in the blink of an eye. . You created this dream out of bits and pieces.
Paroles de Luc PLAMONDON - Musique de Michel BERGER. Le soleil brille Naziland. Sur les buildings de cent tages. I got a whole world in my hand. Au 121ime tage.