Planet earth is abused. You know we're to blame. Symposium shows it's not too late. Constant threat, Nuclear war. Corrective measures await us all. Staring death, In the face.
Planet earth is abused. You know we're to blame. Symposium shows it's not too late. Constant threat, Nuclear war. Corrective measures await us all. Staring death, In the face.
On heavenly Sunday as he touches your insides. He said the last thing on my mind was to cheat on you. Go down Queensway as you start another fight. You know it spoils my appetite you're a selfish boy.
She said she'd lie for you, she said she'd die for you. She said she'd fly in the sky, said she'd cry for you. She said she's proud of you and that she loves you too.
Picture me on a postcard. Picture me on a magazine. Call me on my private number. You've got my photograph. On your bedroom wall. . Picture me. ('Coz everybody wants her).
Lost out in the machinery. Lifeless, slow, and cold. . Alone at home, alone tonight. Walk around the complex. No visitors, no oxygen. Just me, no movement.
Please stay. I've been waiting long. Don't go away. You better stop 'coz it's hurting me. Don't make me feel like we have nothing but memory. And have you noticed that your silence is killing me.
LETS GO!. . They still watch me. They still haunt me. They still want me to submit. . Who are these phantoms always watching. Following you. Lurking through the shadows.
They're out for blood and they won't rest until aspiration is dead. Abandon fear to change. Sever concern for the way you're looked upon. Swallow all your shallow pride and decide.
Where is your heart?. Where is your soul?. Hide temporary blindness, hidden from your lies.. You can run, waste away, waste away.. You can run, waste away..
Immer wieder fährt der Kerl im zweiten Gang an, nein dies ist kein LKW!. Dies hier ist mein "heilix Blechle", das ist Absicht, weil er weiß, das tut mir weh..
Reis Door De Tijd, Reis Door De Tijd. Als Een Travelling Man. Reis Door De Tijd, Reis Door De Tijd. . Reis Door De Tijd. Als Een Travelling Man. Obstakels In Het Leven Vormen Wie Je Bent.
Verse 1:. We're like an airplane that is headed straight for system failure.. And I am grabbin' for the radio, so I can make the call.. We're in the wake of our descent, you wear a V for Victim.
Adeus, vou pra nao voltar. E onde quer que eu v, sei que vou sozinha. Tao sozinha, amor, nem bom pensar. Que eu nao volto mais pelo meu caminho. Ah, pena eu nao saber.
O MORRO NAO TEM VEZ. O moro nao tem vez. E o que ele fez j foi demais. Mas olhem bem voces, quando derem vez ao morro. Toda a cidade vai cantar. Escravo no mundo em que sou.
Ponta de areia, ponto final. Da Bahia-Minas, estrada antural. Que ligava Minas ao porto, ao mar. Caminho de ferro mandaram arrancar. Velho maquinista com seu bon.
Poisé. Fica o dito e redito por não dito. É difcil dizer que inda é bonito. Cantar o que me restou de ti. Taí. Nosso mais-que-perfeito está desfeito. E o que me parecia tão direito.
Voc6e me fez sofrer. Ninguem me faz sofrer assim. O que era tanta beleza. Num p sem cabeca, voc transformou. Mas voc onde est?. No me viu, no ser?. Que teu sono vai ter paz.
Voc6e me fez sofrer. Ninguem me faz sofrer assim. O que era tanta beleza. Num p sem cabeca, voc transformou. Mas voc onde est?. No me viu, no ser?. Que teu sono vai ter paz.
PROSPER & MOVE TRACK 15:. INTRO: ( Talking with processor). YEA I LIKE YOU FINER THAN THAT BITCH ERICA- ERICA IS A METAPHOR- I LIKE YOU BETTER - THAN THAT BITCH KEISHA- I LIKE YOU BETTER THAN THAT NIGGA ALLEN- BUT ON THE REAL I LIKE MY SELF SHIT.