When the sun goes down. and the day is done for her. the TV is on and she is broken. she dreams about this song. she once heard on the radio. about a beautiful princess.
she was the only one i had. she understood when i felt sad. she had brown hair and loved the sun. she had a dad who thought i'm wrong. . but today he hit my dog.
so, would you sell your life. would you sell your soul. have you sold your thoughts to greed's control. do you have the mind. to break away. a slave to the man.
Come with me and we'll be. In a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you'll see. Into your imagination. We'll begin with a spin. Traveling in a world of my creation.
You should've heard me sobbing. As I drove home at night. Got into bed and stayed there. For days, I just laid there, having been. Permanently changed but we won't get into that now.
With all the simple times behind me. I can fail without regret. If I have to try then I will never be able to forget. Bottoms down and out of reasons to hang around.
The sky painted all in pastel. I'm pasted on the ground. World of rooms. All designed to keep you down. . [Chorus]. One day. I'll fly away. And disappear behind the sky.
Where do I sleep tonight?. Where did I leave my mind?. I'll end up on the floor. And these words will do just fine.. . I remember the nights spent up on rooftops..
Upon the sand, upon the bay. "There is a quick and easy way", you say. Before you illustrate. I'd rather state. . I'm not the man you think I am. I'm not the man you think I am.
Good times for a change. See, the luck I've had. Can make a good man turn bad. . So please, please, please. Let me, let me, let me. Let me get what I want this time.
Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself. Could life ever be sane again?. The leeds side-streets that you slip down.
At the record company meeting. On their hands a dead star. And oh, the plans they weave. And oh, the sickening greed. . At the record company party. On their hands a dead star.
Put down my thoughts in a letter to the president. Penciled and packaged with all due respect. Elvis commemorative just for effect. Never heard back, you think you know a guy.
Another page turns in my life as I'm left here. Contemplating how the sky can appear so clear. Then turn gray and as the rain falls down on my face. And as the rain falls on my face.
I knew you were sitting in your room all alone. I knew I was the only girl for you. You have told me so. . But somehow it slipped my mind. Whilst walking home.
Ich bin ein Pseudo, das ist mir so bewut. Doch wer ist das Original, htt' ich gern mal von dir gewut. Ich bin 'ne Kopie, das ist mir so klar. Doch wei ich immer noch nicht, wer der Erste war.
Ihr lieben Polizisten in der BRD. Ich will euch mal was sagen - hrt mal alle her. Ihr seid moderne Nazis, das steht fr uns fest. Kommt, lat uns doch in Ruhe, ihr seid schlimmer als die Pest.
[Originally by Male]. . Polizei, Polizei. Unbestechlich und gerecht. Polizei, Polizei. Mibraucht niemals ihre Macht. Ich und du, wir knnen machen. Was wir (was wir was wir was wir) wollen.
A softer kind of smile. A star that holds your stare. Everything I've ever known. Just blew up in the air. . Don't you hate it. When every love song makes sense to you?.