And so the coffins all were lowered, And all my friends were dead. And all there's left is God's forgiveness, That is just what the preacher said. The sky was turning grey with anger, I walked alone along the way.
una mattina mi son svegliato. e ho trovato l'invasore. e tu madre perch non sei morta. e tu padre perch vivi ancora. per vedermi torturato. per vedermi condannato.
Quanto alto l'universo. Quanto profondo l'universo. Mille i nomi di Buddha. Mille diecimila e quello che verr. om om om om om oe-eo eo. om om om om om a-a-a e om.
Today I'll run away. Run away and leave me behind. Become an armored heart. I've played the little fool for the last time. . I'm just a poor design, I give up all the time.
Join me. through a path of life. when a dream becomes reality. Your dark dreams / Your agony. are far beyond your sanity. The cold wind / dries my blood.
I've got southern comfort runnin' through my veins. My mama was the wind and my daddy was the train. I'm the second coming of the midnight rider. I'm a modern day old soul singer.
Guinevere had green eyes. Like yours, mi'lady like yours. When she'd walk down through the garden. In the morning after it rained. . Peacocks wandered aimlessly.
Come another year, I am sitting here. Looking over all the Haight. As far as my eyes can see. What's happening to me, tryin' to find. A girl to be on my mind.
Born in the sunshine. Dyin' in the rain. Raised on laughter. Lost in a game. Love you, love you. . The game was bein' better. Wiser than you. Half an inch taller.
Guinevere had green eyes. Like yours, mi'lady like yours. When she'd walk down through the garden. In the morning after it rained. . Peacocks wandered aimlessly.
your hands in the wind. your pretending to be affected. by soft blows on your skin. grey matter is resurrected. . until you go away to see. this song will be defended.
i can't deny i'm ashamed. so i try to hide it. your face has provided me with grace. and its been warmly invited. . i can see my good fortune today. with good reason why.
GOCCIA (Cristina Don, Manuel Agnelli). . Specchio di pioggia e asfalto. ci naviga dentro il cielo. grigio bianco. acqua e cielo. . ma tu sei una goccia che non cade.
Let bygones be bygones,. These sleepy dogs lie.. Finally final. That glint in your eye.. Caught with that sad sound,. Sealed deep in yur face.. Fused in confusion.
Ah, love is love honey, yeah. Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin you long. Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom. Shabobalee, shabizzy. . Good night, here's your kiss.
You should have left, well enough alone. Think of all the sleeping out here, dreaming of a home. A 30 year mortgage of their own. You should have let us stay healthy and work our fingers to the bone. So what if it hurts? We all deserve the right to die for something. But if they let you waste away on the waiting room floor, just say, "There is no fear in this heart". You should have said, "You'll have t take what you can get," instead of letting us stay desperate and just work ourselves to death. So what if it hurts? So what if the stasis with a gracious smile is all you deserve? What if the basis for care is what you can afford? You'll get a permanent place in a public ward. So what if it hurts? So what if I place in my broken faith is all you deserve?.
Open to discussion. Were the moguls from the top. I didn't want a failure. And they didn't want a flop. So I drew the plans up carefully. With the strength in the design.
Freitag, kurz nach acht,gab es mit meiner Freundin Krach. ich stieg in eine Bahn,jemand starrt mich komisch an. eine Frau kommt rein,sie scheint nicht von dieser Welt zu sein.
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