You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why?. You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me, you need people like me.
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why?. You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me, you need people like me.
I see an emptiness dancing around in your eyes. Your emotions are tangled, you've landed hard too many times. Forces are pulling you in. But not to the places you've already been.
Get up, get up, get up with the gratitude. Get up, get up, get up with the gratitude. Get up, get up, get up with the gratitude. Get up, get up, get up like this.
Doctor's leaving for the holiday season. Got crystal ice picks no gift for the gab. And in the parking lot, is the sedan he bought. He never, he never complains when it's hot.
On an icy island in north, in the woods beside the church. We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt. And when the April thaw brings us out again. We can bless the arrows.
Come on in.... Grave architecture (x2). Walk the marble malls [? ]. The monuments to those who fall. And it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit. Stiff the crypt and the others are rough.
Go back to those gold soundz. And keep my advent to your self. Because it's nothing I don't like. Is it a crisis or a boring change?. When it's central, so essential,.
Go back to those gold sounds. And keep my advent to your self. Because it's nothing I don't like. Is it a crisis or a boring change?. . When it's central, so essential.
Increase Mather told her dad, yeah. "I roundly disagree with you. You're vocal style's to preachy. All the yokels mock your teaching.". But Cotton, he was just so oblivious.
i know i don't make things easy. still you're here and you believe in me. you should believe in. your sweet voices saying something. i'm too busy, busy talking.
If you're looking for a star. Chances are you won't go far. Were you searching in an awful funny way. There's a glow from above. And your last chance for love.
Una vez ms casi continuamente,. vuelve a caer, y volver a equivocarse. mucho ms fuerte si cabe.. La vida es un hilo en equilibrio,. que al separar dos puntos equidistantes.
Good day, doesn't have to be a Friday. Doesn't need to be your birthday. The next one then you won't survive. Sing along, hold my life. . A good day is any day that you're alive.