C'est toujours pour l'amour qu'on devient fou. a doit tre plein d'amour parce que c'est plein d'fous tout partout. Comme si on avait tous peur de se l'dire.
C'est drôle depuis le réveil. J'me sens plus tellement pareil. J'ai du mal à m'regarder. Le miroir me laisse tomber. Y'a pourtant d'autres choses qu'un café.
Le bien, le mal. Ça fait couler des larmes. Ça nous rend végétal. On passe toujours des mains blanches aux mains sales. Tout est bien qui finit mal. La vie, la mort.
Moving faster into your cold heart. This is what you want. Everything seems so annoying. I'm giving all I've got. . All I had will disappear. Nothing ever will be clear.
if you boost me up... I'll reach my hometown Assure it is unlocked. Nourish my hope that increases your effectiveness... point out a great deal in order to deceive.
Youth... My youth... Thoughts... Realize... You were not involved to tell us how. Never want to figure out myself You... put me on a shelf Never want to figure out yourself Please, do!.
Well, you're sorry for what you've done. I kept still while you strung me up. I've got to know what you're asking for. Can a taste of love be so wrong?.
(Come on home boy come on home). He got a letter saying guess you don't remember me. But I'm the girl that you courted before you run away to sea. You never even wrote a letter not even to your mom and dad.
I only meant to love you don't you know it babe. Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave. I've given you my heart but now you want my mind.
When you're all alone and blue and you don't know what to do. Call me up and I'll come calling on you. When you're all alone at home and no one calls you on the phone.
(Mr In-between Mr In-between better leave the scene Mr In-between). Well I'm too old for girls and I'm too young for women. I've looked all around and my hopes are a dimmin'.
Go West Young Man the signs all seem to say now there's San Diego Frisco or LA. Leave that cold cold woman far behind warm yourself in that California sunshine.
There you go showin' off again. Don't you know the hold you got on me. You know I'm not complainin'. I'm just so tired of waitin'. . I can't hold back.
Yo throw the beat on. Yeah yeah yeah. Trackmaster. Harlem World The Movement. The Commisioner. Cuda Love up above. This shit is not a game. Ya hear me?.
Turn it up. . Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out. So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out. I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout.
(Johnny Gioeli, Joey Gioeli, Neal Schon). I can feel the time is slippin'. And there's nothin' I can do, to get through to you. Night after night, fight after fight.
(Johnny Gioeli, Joey Gioeli, Neal Schon). Here comes that feelin', burnin' in my heart again. And why is it coming back, back to haunt me again. Well I can't stand it, it hurts me blind.
Go to a cash machine. To get a ticket home. A message on the screen. Says, Don't make plans, you're broke. . No, no, this can't be right. I know that time is tight.
Well I walked out, 'cause I had some plans. Yeah, I walked out, destiny in my own hands. I thought I'd get by without you. Thought I'd survive without you, but I.