Pepperoni, and it was all just a dream. Baby rhapso, ho. . I'm the confused neck with the keep getting restless. Eating 20 lbs of 'basgetti for breakfast.
Bolt the windows, and lock the doors.. There's gonna be a shit storm.. Of the life unlived, caused our scars and wind to blow.. Oh, oh, oh, it's terrible..
I'll never stop. Using my senses. "True to my heart". Yeah, that's what your text said. Have you read through mine. As many times?. . I may never know.
Wither me down. . These times are not for me Lord. Slither me down. . The pain is dead like me yeah. Wither me down. . It grows all over me Lord. Wither me down.
If, I could make. Time roll back. For her sake. Get back her smiling face. For the years it will take. She may break. . She'll come undone. If she weeps.
Words scribbled down on paper. But it's not that simple. It's hard to say just how I feel. A melody playing in my head. Of all the things I wished I'd said.
Lost in the shuffle the hustle and bustle of the city. Just a sweet young girl in a knockdown world, such a pity. Well she never worried, growin' up in a hurry.
Eu não quero ganhar. Eu quero chegar junto. Sem perder. Eu quero um a um. Com você. No fundo não vê. Que eu só quero dar prazer. Me ensina a fazer. Canção com você.
É Proibido Fumar. . É proibido fumar. diz o aviso que eu li. É proibido fumar. Pois o fogo pode pegar. Mas nem adianta o aviso olhar. Pois a brasa que agora eu vou mandar.
Anything we should know about your change? -- I don't know how to finish what's begun,. Or how long I might wonder if it's done. Windows open when the doors are all closed,.
Una canción triste para los momentos bajos. Para sentirte acompañado cuando sientes vencido. Una canción triste para cuando estas solo. Cuando no sabes el modo de salir adelante.
Set me on fire white liquor girl. Come burning down my throat pristine and pure. We have been slaving all day long. Among these neon lit half slums. Toasting our false hurray.
No creo en Navidades ni en las noches de paz. Las verdades no son absolutas y hay mentira y verdad. . Hoy dormís en mis brazos y eso es una verdad. Hoy no entiendo como pasó todo pero me cabe igual.
I once believed that there was no one for me, until I met you,. But I couldn't see how happy I could be,. Until I met you. Until I met you. Met you. .
Now, things was looking golden, baby. Everything was fine. You never made no sign. That you had changed your mind. . I guess I was mistaken, girl. To count so on you.
¿Hay alguien ahí?. . Esto es como una prisión donde no hay nadie más que yo.. Miro hacia el exterior; me pregunto que sucedió.. Ni luces, ni ruidos, todo es muy extraño;.
"A quoi sert une chanson. Si elle est désarmée?",. Me disaient des chiliens,. Bras ouverts, poings serrés.. . Comme une langue ancienne. Qu'on voudrait massacrer,.
See the man ridin' high in the desert near the Rio Grande. He runs for his life, doesn't sleep, doesn't take time to understand. Because the girl that he loved went away and ran off with another man.
Well, my first love was a little corvette. All done up in lipstick red. I thought it'd last forever till the motor blew. Well, I guess I didn't look close enough.
Out of nothing and back. In just one day. Stars suns and moons. Paint the sky. And give it away, give it away. Tried to quench the thirst. Of deserts damned.