If I could only say, what you had in mind. If I could only run, towards your words. If I could only change, the things that stop me moving. I would follow (in your footsteps).
(Jan Eggum/Jan Eggum). Litt mere moden no. Litt strre men langt fra fyldig. ooh. Litt mindre uskyldig. med litt forserte smil. av tapper optimisme. og snev av sunn tvil.
Yeah... (You doubted me, but now you see I'm so focused, focused focused). . I've lost so many friends along this way it's bizarre. But I am glad I noticed their true colors notice how they really are.
Quiero confesarte hoy, que no puedo estar sin ti, te extrao ms an, cuando no te siento aqu. Mi vida necesita hoy, un poco de tu calor, para calmar mi sed en la magia de tu pasin.
I should never think. What's in your heart. What's in our home. So I won't. . You'll learn to hate me. But still call me baby. Oh love. So call me by my name.
No puedo estar sin ti. Autor e interprete: Edward Agramonte (Edw). Arreglos: Edward Agramonte. Mezcla y produccin: Joy Garcia Music (Joy Garca). . Quiero confesarte hoy, que no puedo estar sin ti, te extrao ms an, cuando no te siento aqu.
Don't pretend that you don't know me. If you mean to offend me then you're doing pretty well. And how convincingly you've shown me. That the love I thought was built to last is now an empty shell.
Don't know my attitude, don't know a thing or two. Ain't sure about my name, don't know my style. Don't know the dictionary, don't know what clothes to wear.
Don't know my attitude, don't know a thing or two. Ain't sure about my name, don't know my style. Don't know the dictionary, don't know what clothes to wear.
Your mouth is red -- I'm picturing it in my head. I'm picturing you smile at me. I want you to be with me NOW. Your hair is brown -- I'm picturing it hanging down.
Are you in a bad mood?. Don't you wanna talk about it?. Did I say somethin' rude?. You don't have to cry about it. . Aren't you feelin' okay?. Would you like a little company?.
No dinero, on Saturday mornin'. We spent it all Friday night at the disco. No dinero, on Saturday evenin'. We can't go out so we just have to stay home.
[1.]. Come follow me, yeah into the night. Let me show you something, oh the greatest fright. The ultimate of horrors, that man can't explain. A fucking living nightmare, you'll ask yourself if you are sane.
Intro: A hymn to the nightly. (Preserve, preserve) Preserve me from. the rays of dawn. I only feast at night. My. sharp claws taste the flesh. I am the.
[1.]. We live our lives in our daily fashion. Confuse our lives with unanswered questions. Seems everybody needs a reason to live. Seems everybody has someone to forgive.