Plastic fantastic. Do something drastic. . If you love yourself. It is not much help. If you don't look gorgeous, tragically. . Go pursue, every sexy vision of you.
Infectious Grooves is on the house. Diba daba doba daba hey hey hey. . Straight from another world another time another thought. We've come to save that beat to free the groove and watch you rot.
Now I just want to sing 'bout life. With our dreams and feelings,truth and lies. With our friends and pretty girls. And you all just can hear how I growl.
Now I just want to sing 'bout life. With our dreams and feelings, truth and lies. With our friends and pretty girls. And you all just can hear how I growl.
Now we're back.. with a bang!. with a new mate to add to the gang.. . We took their ships,. sunk them fast,. but that war. is in the past.. . and now!.
Poc Vecem Ter Qui Mon Se Raiaiai. A Rizer Rai Que Ce Ne Pas. Er Ras Terer Que Re Ze Taiaiai. A Rizer Rai Que Ce Ne Pas. . Poc Vecem Ter Qui Mon Se. Raiaiaiaiaiaiaiai.
Fonna demo uelle in diz tulli. Gang ut, nesso, mid nigun nessiklinon. Ut fana themo marge an that ben. Ut fan themo bene an that flesg. . : Ut fan themo flesgke an thia hud.
Belle qui tiens ma vie. Cap tive dans tes yeux viens. Tt me se courir ou me foudra mourir. Qui m'as I'a me ravie. D'un souriz graci eux viens. . Pavane.
Aluerst lebe ich mir werde. Sit min suendig ouge siht. Daz reine lant unde ouch die erde. Der man so vil eren giht. Es ist geschehen des ich ie bat. Ich bin komen an die stat.
Let's play!. . You were my hero.. I still remember I were game.. Now look at the mirror. and tell me tell me tell me. and tell me if you were just the same..
That we learn what it means to really love ourselves. That we can love our neighbors as we love ourselves. . That we can live in harmony. See ourselves as a family.
Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. Even the birds when they sing. It's not everything to them. . Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils made me want to play.
Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall. You get a certain sensation of reality. When you take a look through your memory book. You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity.
Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord Randall. The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets that were. Scarlet and blue are at his head. His heart like a cat drowns in a well.
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows. Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep. I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window.
It's only a painted chariot. But it took you so far into the rain. And the coachman slapped his fist. On the chariot in the mist. He said, "Look here, Sonny.
we'll all suffer for what we've done. we pay no mind but we're all guilty. we were created and will be taken away just the same. and we'll beg and plead and wish and fade away.
I refuse to relive my past. live with no discretion in my head. all the hours I was living. inside I was dead. I refuse to reflect upon a past that I now regret.