(Jefs , Too small ). Esto no es ni himno o signo de lo que siento o pienso declaracion de guerra. juramento o lamento no es sermon de un mormon no es receta del mes no.
It's not the moments that we share. It's the thought that you won't be there. That gets me (Girl). . It's not the clothes that you wear. Not the ribbons in your hair.
ALAN. I once learned of the roles. Of the magnetic poles,. How you must have a north and a south to attract.. But, as I explain,. The complex human brain.
Is this waht i get from staying sober now?. on this lonely road to feling. is this what i get from following, this broken heart of mine. i'll never fall in love, i'll never fall in love again.
If I'm saying nothing. Won't you let me speak?. If I'm saying nothing. Won't you let me in?. . The truth of what we have is. Blowing through the trees.
I was looking through the dormer window. At my children's children in the neighbours' garden. And knowing then that they would soon discover. How slow and abject was their father's father.
The last time she departed to find herself, the sun was shining, and amoungst the clouds and wind, the birds and skies were burning. She thought that all she was seeing wasn't real, but at the end of the world there's no place for dreams..
Blistering whispered forked. Tongue-lashings from Sister Sadism. Mistress Malice makes me. Sip from her chalice of broken glass. . Matron Masochism joined at the hip with.
Been a while since I've even seen your face. Those days are gone, but a feeling still remains. . We were younger; no, we never had to wonder. What was going on.
You have got your troubles. And I have got my problems. And wee never gonna get a solution. No matter how hard we try. Our time is only passin' by. We'll never get a revolution.
(Intro). I wanna let you know, give your heart to me, I can fix it. Yeaa. . Verse 1. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Can I get a piece of your time just a minute, minute.
Las penas se van. Y vuelven a estar. Ancladas en un mar. Que suele callar. Tus lágrimas, tu devoción. Un pez que vence todo su temor. Para vivir, para existir.
You want a cute girl. Who does what's right. The kind that's always. There beside you. . Someone who's. Quiet and polite. Like staying home. On every Friday night.
Every time you feel you can't find a reason. Every time you don't know what to believe in. Every time you feel like you're too far gone. All you gotta do is turn your radio on.
I know a place. Where the grass is really greener. Warm, wet and wild. There must be something in the water. Sippin gin and juice. Laying underneath the palm trees.
One summer morning. He left us ashamed. In some small town of small ways. The one they feared. They might turn to stone. They feared to hold his hand.
Controlled, consumed. Thoughts unattached. Each one a failed synapses detached from fact. One positive, one negative. Desperate, holding on to healthy images.
mate and mate ah fight. true a gyal pussy kill a man last night. but watch yah gyal grab up yuh buff. a nuh ur pussy fault a di bad influence from fi her fuck deh wah she use to give him.