Take them for what they are. Treat them with love and respect. . Their skin so desirable, so much money to make. Life will turn to profit and you don't fucking care.
Millions of human lives to sacrifice. They were born to die, now they're dead at last. Millions of human lives to sacrifice. Born to die. . Wished for death, all their lives.
Jag kan inte frst varfr du gr som du gr. Jag kan inte frst varfr du tnker som du gr. Dmer andra innan du ens vet deras namn. Att de inte ser ut som du betyder vl ingenting.
For years you wandered around. Without getting any real knowledge. In despair you'll suffer. If you don't change your pace. . Let me state out this fact for you.
Climbing up the mountain. In the preasence of. Anger, pain, and hunger. The trek is never done. . I'm not from, this time and place. I'm not of the human race.
Music-Ben. Lyrics-Ben. . There's a way it ought to be. And there's a way it is. Love and hate at the same moment. Never agree about anything. Not another broken promise.
He walks all alone by the railroad tracks. Carrying what he owns in a couple of sacks. A collective thumb keeps pushing him down. Told him many times he's not welcome in town.
[Intro]. They gotta give it up. When sheep and moles. Are lions or horse. Are found then lost. And the cycle goes. When the smartest are those. Who speak the most.
1.2.3...... January 23rd.... This is our anniversary date that we met.. It has been 2 years we have been together and a year and half living together.
(Swimmin in a fishbowl). Chorus: Cuz the moons so bright. Got my sun shades on. And my drinks on ice. And they playin my song. (Fishbowl, Swimmin in a fishbowl).
Fuego de pasin.. Tumbada en una nube estoy. pensando en lo que era el ayer. sin esperanza. hasta que un da gris. un sentimiento conoc. muy dentro de m..
Why, in disgrace/ Cry, with his face. Grown, out of shadows/ Roam, all this place. Loud, are the screams/ Crowd, gather brings. Frown, on the faces/ Down at the fire ring.
(Ralph McTell). . Four who shared this room and we caught up in the CRAIC. Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass. . Chorus. It's a long way from Clare to here.
From a distance the world looks blue and green. And the snow-capped mountains white. From a distance the ocean meets the stream. And the eagle takes to flight.
I am not a child, though you'll treat me as you've always seen me. You never saw the changes in a heart grown old and wise. Hey, it's good to see you smile, it's been so long between the pages.
I look out on these shields of heather. 'Cross this countryside. I wonder how they've grown together. While people live such separate lives. . Think I'll stay inside for the winter.
She drove west from Salt Lake City to the California coastline. She hit the San Diego Freeway doing sixty miles an hour. She had a husband on her bumper, she had five restless children.
Oh, its just another summer mornin', Baby, somewhere in this town. The heat is rising. Oh, I know where you spent last night so you can stop apologizing.
I am fragile in the morning, I grow stronger in the day. I can sprint like a new spring doe by the fall of night. Love has chased me down through the cities and the towns.