(N. Brown/J. Rwakaara). . V1. I feel a challenge in my soul today. Questioning things I believed in so firmly yesterday. How can I have faith in myself and what I feel to be true.
(N. Brown /J. Rwakaara). Copyright 2008 natfunk music BMI / Zikki Publishing ASCAP. . V1. Have you heard the news today?. Theres just so many problems.
(Milton Nascimento/Ronaldo Bastos). morena quem temperou?. Cigana quem temperou?. O cheiro do cravo.. cigana quem temperou?. Morena quem temperou?. A cor de canela..
Controversy uh-huh. Controversy uh-huh. Controversy uh-huh. Controversy uh-huh. . Controversy uh-huh. Controversy uh-huh. Controversy uh-huh. Controversy uh-huh.
I would like to dance with you at the party tonight.. Will you give me one more chance to prove you that I'm right?. I will show you how to move if you wanna be free,.
Cut to fit in a frame. A little cloth in their game. . You're cut to fit. Cut to fit. . All their rules, all their shit. By all their things you're cut to fit.
Corrosion. Corrosion. Corrosion. . Like water corroding metal. Your world is withering. All you had you have lost. Never to return again. . Your life will rust.
Don't want to tell you lies, don't want to be false. Still I have to make you sad and break down all your doors. . Stagnated - ignorant. Future is closing in.
Desperation - in these silences something may rise. A vampire travelling from host to host with one breath. Regulating - in the house of the wolf and the scorpion.
I can feel in my heart that you wanna be my girl. So many tears in my.... I don'tnow here you are. I lost my insiration. I hate this situation. I'm trying to be pations.
Um cantinho, um violão. Esse amor, uma canção. Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama. . Muita calma pra pensar. E ter tempo pra sonhar. Da janela vê-se o Corcovado.
Creep time, not left behind.. I reached for the bottle but it's dead inside.. Re-find I'll keep this time: the calming,. the leaping, the best in design..
We just some country boys, country walk, country talk. Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off. We just some country boys, country walk, country talk.
Fallen grains. Will breed the race. When they fallow. Bodies rise again. . Why call my name?. . I, Atma. Magnet of pain. Causal nature of the. Poor mans game.
zhong sheng qiao xing meng ya de ai qing wei feng dou lu chun lai de xun xi. wo cheng tian duo zai bei wo huan xiang he ni shou qian shou. . tian kong bu jin piao qi le xiao yu xiao men kou mei you ren lai jie ni.
Yeah let's go to the beach!. . I feel the breeze. My top is down. And all I do. Is ride around. And where I go. I just don't care. A place to chill. To get away.
It's so nice to be with you. though you never were alone. it's so nice to see your smile. whenever things just seemed so wrong. when i'm near you all my troubles seem.
Abre mais a blusa, me usa só não pede pra parar. Pra sentir teu corpo mais quente, deixar molhada, vem cá. Puxar teu cabelo, uma mordidinha louca me dá.
Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew. Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew. We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did so too.