You're my. You're my. You're my baby baby baby baby baby. You're my baby baby baby baby baby. yeahh yeahh. ohhh-ohhh. . It was the summer 2001. All before the drama begun.
If loving you, girl, was wrong. (If loving you, girl, if loving you, girl, was wrong). Then label me Mr. Wrong. (Then label me Mr., label me Mr. Wrong).
No one know whats in between this linen, no one know whats in between this linen. She dont really know, she dont she dont really know. Tell him he dont really know, he dont he dont really know no.
Every time you need a lover.. Just a shoulder to cry.. Every time you're hurt just tell me who was there to stand by?. Me, that's who, who.. Girl, you know..
You won't see me die here. . You always say I need to get. As far away as I can. While I've got time to play with. And any risk, I'll take it. . Or fade away in this suburban wasteland.
It's almost light, I'm laying my head down. I try to smile but I'm weighing myself down. I'm losing faith everyday that I'm runnin' with you. I'm losing faith everyday.
People try to put us d-down TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION. just because we get around. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION. Things they do look awful c-c-cold. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION.
Mother Russia, how are you sleeping. Middle winter cold winds blow. From the trees the snowflakes drifting. Swirling round like ghosts in the snow. . Mother Russia, poetry majestic.
I remember it as plain as day. Although it happened in the dark of the night. I was strolling through the streets of Paris. And it was cold it was starting to rain.
Sitting, waiting in the falling rain.. Getting ready to begin again.. . Wounded, lying, crying.. Bodies moving, dying.. All around there is the smell.
More Tea Vicar!. . In the day of the dawn. Let me tell ya. The vicar's made his mind up. In his leather underwear. . He was a vicar Reginald. But now he's not so sure.
Seven deadly sins. Seven ways to win. Seven holy paths to hell. And your trip begins. . Seven downward slopes. Seven bloodied hopes. Seven are your burning fires.
I stand alone in this desolate space. In death they are truly alive. Massacred innocence, evil took place. The angels were burning inside. . Centuries later I wonder why.
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Steve: ...anyways, he did not deserve to get a bollocking... ...at the time, I know why. he got a bollocking, because you, you know, you dunno what the fuck he's goin' on.
At a point below zero. There's no place left to go. Six hundred unknown heroes. Were killed like sleeping buffalo. . Through the devil's canyon. Across the battlefield.
The freeway is jammed. and it's backed up for miles. The car is an oven and baking is wild. Nothing is ever the way it should be. What we deserve we just don't get you see.
A little story about a boy I used to know. Always fascinated by the sounds on the radio. Late at night with the moon up high. He listened to the bass bump and stared up at the sky singing.
Hive is buzzing woah working hard gotta fill up those holes. Shining brightly gold want it all gotta go sell your soul, sell your soul. . Keeps you coming.
You want it you got it. Make your mind up let's get things clear. Your living life close to the edge. staying high like a chandelier. Patience not a strong suit.