High waves she cut them up in two. The storm's eye we could see. With her tattered sails shaking in the gale. A terror for a sight was she. . Cutting through the clouds the moon swept the deck.
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Yo la vi que se vena en falsa escuadra,. se ladeaba, se ladeaba, por el borde del fangal!. Pobre mina que naci en un conventillo. con los pisos de ladrillo, el aljibe y el parral!.
Don't forget me now,. laughing through the tears. For somewhere, somehow,. life becomes the years. You speak to millions,. but you're talking to no one.
Why pretend that we don't know. CEOs are the disease. Freedom is raped by war like whore. like technology. Technology, technology of. materialism. Personal freedom only an.
Maybe we believe she was ready to go. In the morning light. Maybe you believe that she was mode of gold. In the east where you killed her. . You lead us when you need to feed us.
A look from your heart stare,. Imagine all the tear,. You took upon your fragile heel. The mirror of the hate. You filled your heart with fate. To avenge your loved long lost fears.
Please raise your child to day. The way that you were born to play. Way that we all disappear. Allowing us to shade our fears. . Pain, your every stamp.
Lyrics: ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . Lost amidst this false reality. Don't feel a thing anymore. You're on your knees and begging. Face down on the floor.
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Yes I admit that I. wish I could fly sometimes. just leave the ground. and watch everything from the sky, sometimes. it's unreal but imagine. the feeling of flying.
Cold shoulder, hot temper and I cant sleep.. Safe passage for frail package, bonne nuit.. Is it just the tides changed and frailtys drowned?. . Have you ever had to change something so personal.
He was drinking alcohol again with friends. They wanted to be happy all the time. The dream is yours and mine. But someone said that alcohol's no good.
Back then, we wished that we were older waiting for the summer. Everything was new, when everything was fun. She would come over and slip into the water.
I found you. Sick and twisted. Face down. . I faced it. I missed you. I missed it. . Hell bent. I swear father. I get scared. . I'm so glad. I finally.
Tell me the first thing you feel. When you're taking in air. Tell me the first thing you feel. When your body could care less. About the time of day. About what people say.
tell me the first thing you feel. when you're taking in air. tell me the first thing you feel. when your body could care less. about the time of day. about what people say.
Take the fire escape from summer. And I will see you again. Someday, will you save a seat for me?. Say hello to everyone. . I'm hearing music. Coming from upstairs.
A voice from your past. Wants to know you so very well. Now that you're in my life at last. You've been through hell I can tell. . There's a broken heart beating on and on.