Inside the open edge. Just on the other side. Shot far to fly on by. For the best time of your life. Looking out across the fields. Of lost and hollow dreams.
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(msica: Jordi Snchez). (Letra: Miguel Arjona). Por ms que intento alejar. el silencio me vuelve a llenar. sueos que quise borrar. ahora son realidad, triste realidad..
A breach in incorporeality. An entrance to intensity. A passage to a strage immensity. Admission to intricacy. . Intricacy. . Life brought you in its galleries.
Yeah, they're saying she's a real conversation piece. Oh, Madonna never had a life of ease. Deserving every minute that she get at peace. I wanna be yours, do you wanna be mine?.
There's an emptiness between us,. Been filling up for days,. It's heavy on my mind,. Fighting all the time,. But we'll never find our way.. . You swore you would remember,.
I look out below me the clouds on top the blue. Kid's thinking about nothing, cause there's absolutely nothing to do. The door ain't wide just open, open to the sky.
I have been falling again for so long, for so long.. I've been off that track. There's a mystery in that and it's strong.. But once more I'm asking for your time..
Obama never who dat. I bet you never knew that.. ENJOY THE fruits of labor plant the seeds and it grew back. fruit snacks I move that 2 weeks make 2 stacks.
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........old man Satan take 85...rolling.. {and I'm proud of the brothers not beatin up their women & what-not.}. old man Satan lives next to me,. doesn't use the toilet when he takes a pee..
Oo wee, oh gee, oh well. (Let me tell you, let me tell you). (Let me tell you, let me tell you). To be in love is swell. (Let me tell you, let me tell you).
One fine day, you'll look at me. And you will know our love was meant to be. One fine day, you're gonna want me for your guy. Oh yeah. . Those arms I long for will open wide.