By all accounts, accounts it's true. Not that it matters much, much to the blue. To the blue, to the blue. Heather Burns went, went to the field. To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal.
The dead have risen and they're here for your. A grave of angels with rotten souls. So sick they'll only ever love you (2x). . I'd always dreamed I'd die out at sea.
Dont start to fast pace yourself. Or your strength wont last you got a long way to go. Keep good form maintain your speed endure the pain believe. Breathe and let your feet keep on running.
Got me at a lost for words. Last night we went hard. Look what we did to the bedroom baby. Wine spills and battle scars and I am not sure who you are.
What's the reason you are so sad?. I don't think that I have seen you frown like that. I thought that I made you smile. But I haven't seen you do that in a while.
So tell me where you've been. I've been searching for a long time. I don't know where to begin. And I've fallen so far behind. If you can only see me through.
Leise steigt die Sonne auf.. Weiches Licht - junger Tag.. Dinge nehmen ihren Lauf.. Jeder sich ans Leben wagt.. Umarme frische Morgenluft.. Lebenslust strömt herein..
I was angry and brash as a bull. You were devastatingly beautiful. I was crude, I was lewd, I was rude. I was not in the mood. . It's a peculiar stance.
It was a bad day in the mirror. There I stood the livin' dead. When I saw the face so familiar. Hoverin' like a voice over my head. It took me back to that October.
Let me loose. Set me free. I've been burning. Endlessly. There's no way back. Where I come from. Misery. . Bottled up. Shaken out. No eyes of shadow. On the ground.
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me, oh, Lord poor one. Go to tell my youngest brother, not to do as I have done.
The sweetest songs belong to lovers in the gloaming. The sweetest days are the days that used to be. The saddest words I ever heard were words of parting.
PEPPERONI!!!. And it was all just a dream(echoed). baby, rap song. HOOOOOOOOOO!. I'm like a fuseneck with I keep getting restless. Eatin' 20 pounds of 'pasgetti for breakfast.
Well I used to pray to Jesus but I done backslid. Carrying the burdens of a preacher's kid. Drinking at the pulpit and healing them lame. Daddy was a-riding on the old death train.
Last call at the hospital. You slept through it all. And these four walls warn you. That your surgery, it might not be the key. To fix the memory of you and me.
old habits die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken. while these comfortable routines are smothered with affection. well, i choose to switch between the two.
We're we're we're. We're the b-boys, we don't regret. There's nothing wrong with your TV set. We're a gettin loose. We couldn't be harder. Our beats are bigger and better and longer.
I kick it root down. I put my root down. I kick it root down, I put my root down. So how we gonna' kick it?. Gonna' kick it root down. Yeah, how you wanna' kick it?.
I kick it root down. I put my root down. I kick it root down, I put my root down. So how we gonna' kick it?. Gonna' kick it root down. Yeah, how you wanna' kick it?.