He doesn't mean a thing to me, just another pretty face to see. He's all over town, knocking 'em down, honey. I'd never let him next to me. Oh he's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart.
Don't let go. Stay with me. We'll take it slow 'til you're on your feet. . I saw you looking at him. Did you let yourself go. You threw yourself into my arms and I heard you hum.
What do you do for fun?. Will take it out on number one. Your time is over, your time has come. Will flip her over man, she is done. . Flip her over. Flip her over.
Bask within our sedentary sins. Twitch beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience. Enter me and the sun. A rusted shard to draw the blood.. The Muse, a whore at work again.
Coming down off the mountain. Everything is so clear. Coming down off the mountain. Let your fears disappear. Be my friend until the end. . The river flows the memory knows.
Our game is over I know it's too late. But still we learn from each and every mistake. A sweet simple love maybe we've overgrown. I'll be getting over on my own.
Are You Ready?.....NOoooo. . From the global village. in the age of communication. New York City. Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go. Funky Town. (Deeeeeeeee-Lite) (Deeeeeeee-Lite).
Drudgery in the smells of putrid human flesh. Over time insects devour all remaining tissues. Rotting and shifting remains. Sixty miles of carcasses. .
Massive blood gushes out. From exploding brains. Cranial fluids, mucous, pus. Squirting rotten veins. Massive blood gushes out. From exploding brains.
Har du mistet din tiltro?. Ladet farverne tilgro?. Har du mod på a gemme, alt?. For det har jeg x4.
Crying out, kept the same. Now it's such a crying shame. Mirrors that reflect my past. Showing what would never last. . Knowing where I was before. I can see the shutting doors.
JOHNNY B GOODE (A). Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,. Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,.
It was late at night on the open road, speeding like a man on run. A lifetime spent preparing for the journey.. He is closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the mind:.
Lead:. Something inside of me is telling. me to fight for what's right.. I didn't know the difference. back then. But all of a sudden I. was caught up and praying one night.
You're wrong, I'm wrong. We keep repeating this like it was a song. But till now we still don't know what went wrong.. It's you, It's me. We keep saying like it was the melody.
The curtains slice the rays of sun. That sneak into my bedroom. Like bars on my wall. Salt water saturates. The carpet under me. I haven't got much sleep at all.
I used to have a home, a place I started from. A place to call my own. the bright lights and late nights, the devil took me on a midnight ride. Left me out in the desert on my own.
Don't tell me not to live just sit and putter. Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter. Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade. . Don't tell me not to fly I've simply got to.
Don't hurry back. I've wasted too much time on you already. You took my love and let my dreams all shatter. No, no. . It's 2 o'clock in the morning. I'm awake and alone by the phone.