So here we are again my so called friend. On the count of three go ahead and burn this bridge. As we look over we'll discover. We're slowly getting closer to the edge.
What the hell are dreams anyways?. Mysteries, incredible body hocus-pocus. Truth is, we still don't know what they are. Or where they come from?. . I know why I asked you to remember what they said to us.
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise. You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes. And then again I'll turn down love, having seen you again.
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man. By the name of Silas Stingy. He carried all his money in a little black box. Which was heavy as a rock.
[Unverified]. Hey, yeah. Everybody run, run, run. Everybody scatter scatter. Some people lost some bread. . Someone nearly die. Someone just die. Police dey come, army dey come.