She's never alone, because she's scared of what she might say to herself. Always drinking in the backroom of the bar where everyone turns in. A half-hearted grin.
how much leeway should I give. - when my heart says no -. to answer to a wish that will only grow. . is your love that lazy is love that lazy. lost out over you lost out over you.
I spend a day and night. then finally realize. theres really nothing going on. so why should i try to shake this. when theres no one in my dreams. that i should care about.
I've taken everybody's,. taken everybody's advice. you know how it goes. I've been trying hard to make a brand new start. but what it does to you,. no one knows.
When we came here it was done, I felt completely useless. Never learned to quite adjust, and all along they knew this. Carousel would someday stop and throw us off in anger.
there's a sound it tears everything apart. it sounds in my heart. rain all over you and over me. down in my heart. . we'll make out on a rainbow. we'll make out until everything has gone.
Written by Neil Young. Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,. Dancing on the light from star to star.. Far across the moonbeam I know that's who you are,.
(Gringoire). Lune. Qui l-haut s'allume. Sur. Les toits de Paris. Vois. Comme un homme. Peut souffrir d'amour. Bel. Astre solitaire. Qui meurt. Quand revient le jour.
(Clopin). 1). Nous sommes. Des étrangers. Des sans-papiers. Des hommes. et des femmes. Sans domicile. Oh ! Notre-Dame. Et nous te demandons. Asile ! Asile !.
(Frollo/Gringoire/Quasimodo). Les cloches ne sonnent plus. La cathdrale s'est tue. Quasimodo est malheureux. Quasimodo est amoureux. Il fait la grve des cloches.
(Gringoire). C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu. Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu. Mille-quatre-cent-quatre-vingt-deux. Histoire d'amour et de desir. Nous les artistes anonymes.
(Gringoire). C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu. Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu. Mil-quatre-cent-quatre-vingt-deux. Histoire d'amour et de dsir. Nous les artistes anonymes.
Quand on te voit sur ta monture. Quelle allure et quelle stature. Un vrai modèle de droiture. Une force de la nature. Ou bien n'es-tu qu'une raclure. Un animal de luxure.
------------------------. A simple voice speaking so clear. And after all this time you find the answer was right here. If your skies are lifeless and gray.
And yeah, I met a girl, and she's always on my mind. No, no, it's not like all the others, I swear it's different this time. And now I'm not quite sure how to figure her out, it seems like that she only gets my hopes up to knock them down..
One time, long ago I ripped myself up. Put on my lipstick said I'm gonna give this shit up. I fear what I gots to fear, cause it's nothing that I fear in something.
"Stick this one in your face, motherfucker". . We are the army of the anarchist. Viewed as Americas cicatrix. We are the flawed. We are the scared. We are the true America.
N-N-N Notch. Mami. I've got a nickel but you's a dime piece.. And you make a dollar holla when you smile at me. but I just ain't got enough on me, baby.
Close your eyes, go to sleep. Little angel of mine. When you wake I'll be there. Little angel of mine. . There's a star in the sky. And it's shining for you.
My friends say it's alright..I keep my hands. Just out of sight. In bedrooms where I'm nothing else. there are broken laws... And empty shelves... And wonderful paintings of white.