Inhale your own worst obssession. Forgive me mother. Inhale, forget the one you're waiting for. The adversary - accusation. The last fall is endless. Await the blade upon your tiny chest.
With The Afterbeats. . Used to date at least a dozen boys. I was quite the high school rage. But when I met you. All at once I knew that. My heart became of age.
Ik lees van verre landen, ze schrijven moord en brand. En ik zie de beelden, de koppen in de krant. Ik denk: 'het is toch wat' en slik een aspirien. Ik kan mijn eigen wereldje al haast niet overzien.
Ik weet nog dat ik vroeger op de stoeprand zat. Met een stil verlangen naar dingen die'k niet had. Ik droomde dan in kleuren, van een step of fiets. Maar als ik dan weer wakker werd, zag'k van dat alles niets.
Coming with a lie. Here we go again. First you say you write. Then you take my pen. 'Cause underneath your smile. You don't wanna lose. Babe, I got the style.
My best friend, where are you?. tell me, where are you?. Can't seem to find you anywhere. will I ever meet you?. . Thought I saw you last night smiling at me.
It's time to tell my story of a girl I used to know. Always cried into her pillow under pin-ups on the wall. She didn't make Italia Conte, didn't get that TV show.
(Annie). Maybe far away. Or maybe real nearby. He may be pouring her coffee. She may be straightening his tie.. Maybe in a house. All hidden by a hill.
i used to know this girl marie. And so the story goes she never really talked to me. her house was seven blocks away. on my way to school i went to see if shes ok.
Mahiyaaa aa... I wish you see yourself the way I see ya. You shine just like a star mahiya. 'Cause you're my only pyaar mahiya. . Maine tujhko hi dil main basaya.
You ain't been blue, no, no, no. You ain't been blue. 'Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes. While I sit and sigh, "go 'long blues".
Money can't buy it baby. Sex can't buy it baby. Drugs can't buy it baby. You can't buy it baby. . I believe that love alone might do these things for you.
Ooh, ooh, ooh. Memphis in June. A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky. Memphis in June. And cousin Amanda is making a blueberry pie. . I can hear the clock inside a-ticking and a-tocking.
Many many rivers to cross. But I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering I am lost. As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. . Many rivers to cross.
I was watching the woman that was walking down my street. Walking with grace, so beautifully, carefully. She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother.
Way back Friday wasn't my day. I hung my boots on the factory door. I found a diesel, hit it my way. I made my bed here on the floor. . Where the station never closes.