Soaring through the clouds together. . We can travel on forever. Through the sky you and I. Back to earth again. And we're in a mind machine. . I see the things I want to see.
And the windy wind. and the rainy rain. make pearls on the morning train. her hands. her pace. the New York tan on her face. . And the weekend radio explains.
Parallel, parallel, paralyze me. Every single bone in my body feels free. Boy what you want from, boy what you want from, boy what you want from me. Said it one, get it one, coming in the night.
Verse 1:. You got style, a la carte. to live your life you've got to be smart,. keep cool, keep calm. you know the streets of your hood like your palm.
They gonna get ya. The bad boys arrest ya.. They gonna get ya. Oh, oh!. They gonna get ya. The bad boys arrest ya.. They gonna get ya. Yeah, yeah, oh, oh.
[Verse 1]. I can't see my, see my way through the dark. You hide the night for me. As long as I can see the light in your eyes. There's nowhere I'd rather be.
[Chorus]. For all of those moments, the good time and love we share. Lets be more than a memory (memory). Lets be more than a memory (memory). For all of the breakups, the makeups for the lovers everywhere.
in the dark of night I watch the shadows loom. the entity waits in the corners watching my every move. a knock at the door, a break in the waiting, an end to the silence.
Another day, another day I decide to waste away. And contemplate how everything has changed. And though we tried not to compromise what burns inside. Your complex mind that changes every day.
We look so good from the outside,. So good at this wrong that it feels right.. And I saw this coming with the time,. But nobody knows, nobody knows.. .
Verse 1. . No matter where you are,. . No matter where youll be. . Ill be around you,. . Ive got you here with me. . Chorus. . Every since I met you,.
A time to live, a place to live. . Be be ay, be be ay. Around the world, around the world. Around the world be be ay, be be ay. . A time to go a time to leave.
Clap your hands and stomp your feet, Mr. Battyman. Bang, bang to the jungle beat, Mr. Battyman. Boogie up and boogie down, Mr. Battyman. Get down to the funky sound, Mr. Battyman.
Mondo trasho. Mondo trasho. Chikka boom chikka boom. Chikka chikka boom boom. Chikka boom chikka boom. Chikka chikka boom boom. Mondo trasho. Mondo trasho.
Maybe you can owe me?. Or should we wait and see?. 'Cause I've been saving up for something we need. As long as you open to the possibility, yeah. . Surely, there's a story in counting all the minutes 'til July the 1st.
Got a little me, livin' deep inside of me. Of twenty years of livin' with my family in poverty. The fail of tears and the pain and the fear. I can't get cured, I'm failed by economy.
(claude s.). . Don't you know that you're gonna be. Mine? you're gonna be mine, all of the. Time...don't you know that you're gonna. Be mine? you're gonna be mine, all of.