What should I say. To show you I felt the same. What can I do to make you see the proof?. . Now all my angst. Is gone and I give my thanks. To whatever you see that brought you back to me.
i may not be the smartest guy. but i can always smell a lie. and there is something going on. my live has tortured me at times. that's why i write these simple lines.
There's nothin' left to believe in. There's nothin' left for me to say. There's no words to explain this. No words to say just how I feel. I never want to be alone.
I feel I'm flyin' blind when I know that my mind won't believe me. Not much to be said when my heart and my head still deceive me. Don't offer up help that you know that I won't be needin'.
Clean up your eyes, and I'll dance alone with you in daylight. Your skin reminds me of sleeping on clouds in my mind. Clean up your eyes this time. Clean up your eyes this time.
At take off my heart starts to race. Looks like everything is falling into place. But for this kind of miracle cure. it takes a lover's scorn to settle up the score....
[Music: Pat Johnson & Rv]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson & Aaron Snow]. . This is my times' genocide. Ignorant minds. We stand proudly. Crawling in. Unions. Of mass hatred.
Welcome Scumbags to the N. J.. Now entertain us with substance. Four star seating. Minds are moving to violations. Tum tum floating, capped down with the bucket.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Todd Durrett]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. . Masked. Who wears the title. Death masks anonymous. As breathing stops within this concrete holocaust.
Control. . Twisting in me, how did it start. So unaware, falling apart. Sign of the times, drawing the line. Waiting to feel, hoping I'll find. Waiting outside, waiting alone.
todo comiensa con un simple juego de canicas. la estadisticas, del crimen, altas y absolutas. era rebelde y altanero, el era un lider y un guerrero. inteligentemente fue certero.
C-4. Mira mujer no tiene caso, trate de explicarte. Que as es mi vida, que no es fcil, peligro constante. Yo nos soy fcil de entender, mucho menos detener.
(SLUSH THE VILLAN). Como pancho villa. con los cuetes en el aire, aire. trucha, me vale tu vida. a mi me importa nadie, nadie. revolucion es mia. asi que callate o caile, caile.
(Chorus). Desde la ciudad de los padres. donde traficantes y assesinos son intocables. que no respetan a la ley. aqui rifa californi-ay. . (Dyablo). Es el efecto.
Chris is hip. He's full of shit. He's much too hip to take a trip. Pink and white, he'll spend all night. Explaining why he's so uptight. Jenny's cute.
I need to come on the answer, I need to come on the sand.. I need to come on the droves that pull me down and around,. you know that I need to come on the laughter, I need to come on the tears,.
She had that. Camarillo brillo. Flamin out along her head,. I mean her mendocino bean-o. By where some bugs had made it red. . She ruled the toads. Of the short forest.
This is my favorite time of year. The streets are filled with Christmas cheer. The children laugh, the lovers sigh. Beneath a glowing purple sky. . All the Christmas light displays.
(Julio Erazo). Tengo pena con compadre Chemo. Tengo pena porque yo no fui. A esa fiesta de ese 2 de Enero. Y con tanto que le promet. Me perdona pero fue que yo.