I can see my life stretching out before me. And it isn't really mine. There's so much that I have yet to experience. There's not much time left. . I don't wanna be held down.
It's not evil. But it's pretty bad. Don't sell your love. It's not totally unheard of. But it's not something. You'd want your dad to get word of. . No time for your lies.
No more smiles. It's just teardrops falling to the ground. No one's around. And I don't love you anymore. . And I'm sore about it. When did my heart change its mind?.
If I could see into your heart. Then would I know just where to start?. 'Cause I'm lost and I need to be found. Crazy as it sounds, I need you around.
Verse Number One:. . I've got a number one lady....but I know a whole lot of men.... They've got a number one lady...but keep up a number two friend.....
I am not lonely anymore. Now that I realized. I got two hands not four. . So, I'm not lonely anymore. When the ship goes down. . There will be 1000 rats.
There's always some bird-dog. Snuffling, choking. Looking like you came to collect. Something you said you owed. There's always some turtle snapping in my head.
So she washed her cut in the sink. And picked up an ulcer along the way. Down to the bay, where I did stay. . I was nineteen. And so were we to be beating twenty.
The mind is always working. The mind is always turning. The mind is always working. The mind is always turning. Things over and over and over. And over and over.
Un. Un. Four. Five. Fifteen. Quinze. Seventeen. Seven. Nine. Eight. Sete cinco seis. Sete cinco seis. Trezentos e um. That's three hundred, three hundred and one.
Un. Un. Four. Five. Fifteen. Quinze. Seventeen. Seven. Nine. Eight. Sete cinco seis. Sete cinco seis. Trezentos e um. That's three hundred, three hundred and one.
I'd like to drop my trousers to the world. I am a man of means, of slender means. Each household appliance. Is like a new science in my town. And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion.
When you walk without ease. On these. Streets where you were raised. I had a really bad dream. It lasted twenty years, seven months, and twenty seven days.
This is a song called 'Nothing Else Matters'. By Metallica. . So close no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are.
[Intro:]. It's a tough one right here. A real tough one. For everybody that lost somebody. Ya know. . [Chorus:]. What will I do baby, now that you're gone.
As a girl I lived in a million homes. So I always would keep to myself. And my lessons were learned from the stories and poems I would steal from a library shelf.
It's best to meet these things head on, she said. Before too much gets on your mind. Thoughts like books are piling up. Sometimes the lessons don't seem kind.
Eye is to the body as a thought is to the soul. They're both a lamp whose sharpness I control. Beauty lingers 'bout as long as flattery, my friend. That door doesn't let out but lets back in.
The market place was bustlying in the morning. When the army and the ORDEN made their strike. Like a farmer killing chickens for the market. They cut down every living thing in sight..