Artist: Vince Dicola. Writer: Vince DiCola. Producers: Vince Dicola, Ed Fruge'. Arrangers: Vince DiCola, Ed Fruge'. Engineer: Tony Papa. Instrumental.
Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered. And there's nowhere to turn. You wonder how you keep going. Think of all the things that really mattered.
Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered. And there's nowhere to turn. You wonder how you keep going. Think of all the things that really mattered.
Its a crying shame how I carry myself,. Its a crying, crying shame.. Its a God damn miracle my heart still pumps,. trying to float, with a ball and chain..
Olemme kuin ruumisvaunuissa. Käsi kädessä maaten. Rattaiden alla ratisee. Dynamo meitä yössä työntäen. . Ihmissyöpää sydänsyöpää. Hengen vei kai sydänsyöpä.
She sits alone again and tries her best not to pretend. That all she used to live for was the love that wasn't there. And every time she needs to do the things that she believes.
(T. Flakne/B. Icon). Got a vision, got a dream. now I'm lookin' somewhere in between. imagine this, a world that's free. people livin' in harmony. some wanna sing, some wanna dance.
Dylan Pringals Doherty, Dylan Pringals Doherty...... Dylan Pringals Doherty, Dylan Pringals Doherty...... Dylan Pringals Doherty, Dylan Pringals Doherty......
[Sryan]. When it feels like the world is on your shoulders. And all the madness has got you goin' crazy. It's time to get out. Step out into the street.
[Verse 1]. Remember what its like to me you?. To be you. Remember what its like to be me?. To be me. All that I see these eyes in my dreams. These thought police coming for me.
[Sryan]. I can't seem to tell you. All the things that should be said. And the fact that hearts will break. Is my only regret. Heaven knows how we try so hard.
[Verse 1: Dylan Pringals Doherty]. The money don't make the man. The man makes the green. See me 'n P 'n C nigga. We servin' all these fiends. Creamin, till our dreamin nigga.
Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just swinging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the riverside, a-floating high and blue.
Verse:. Part the distant clouds. Shine from high above. Holy Spirit come rain down. Were desperate for Your love. . Chorus:. Draw me closer. Reach down from above.
Moritz:. Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just winging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going, going wild in you, you know. You're slowing by the riverside, or floating high and blue.
You seduced me lonely in your hell. Naked, hungry I crawl into your cell. . A virtual drugstore is piled on your bed. I can't resist with your tongue inside my head.
I'm drowning in nothing. Nothing, real nothing, left nothing. I'm losing myself sinking deeper down. . Silently leaving this behind. Nothing left but me.
I keep breaking all the promises. That I keep making to myself. You'd think by now that I'd be over this. Instead I'm feeling sorry for myself. . So why does everything seem desperate now.
My angel, my reluctant whore. Decided she can take no more. So let's fuck until we fall asleep. Please don't wake me, when you leave. . Just kiss me before you go.
There are times when I'm just a shell. When I do not feel anything for anyone. All I feel is hollow and bruised. Used up and misused. Forced to be someone I don't want to be.