Blame is our disguise. It shields and justifies. When failure's mocked. Then blame remarks. It's someone else's crime.. . Acceptance in defeat. Is veilled in self deceipt.
I know I hold sway over all I survey,. But I now need a much bigger deal.. The shoes are the key to the making of me,. So find her, and bring her to heel..
She's So misguided. It's all so one-sided. That dimwitted girl dares to tangle with me. She's Prissy. She's Clueless. And I want Her shoeless. I'll show her how fiendishly mean I can be.
Verse 1. Dark Clouds around my head make it hard for me to see. Where did the blue skys go?. Howling wind blows all around me. Can't seem to shake the storm that blows..
Out of the ruins, out from the wreckage. Can't make the same mistake this time. We are the children, the last generation. We are the ones they left behind.
Oh.... The answer is... a banana. You just should put a banana. On your face. To make it more appealing. And get a happy feeling. With bananas. But don't use them for sex.
I love to. Shave my hair. I think it's cool under there. It's an under cut. On top of my head. If you like it, do that too. . I like you. With your hair.
Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight. Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night. I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone.
Burnt up, burned out, sick of life, doin time spent. A messed up, thrown up, waste of time, overdue rent. A burnt out, no gas, passed out, crystal meth band.
Korean Version:. . In your eyes In your mind. sarangi geuryeojyeo. uri meolli isseodo. garyeojin dedo Love is you. . baram gyeore nalli un geuriumi. nae maeumeul jeon haejugil.
you are me. I am you. Because I love you. And you love me. yours is mine. And mine is yours. we are all one. two in one. it is not your doing. it is not my doing.
Dil Di Sun Le Meri Arzaan,. Teri Meharbaaniyan. . Mur Tu Cheti Kun Nai Aunda ,. Tere Tarle Paandi Aan (2 Times). . Tu Na Jaane Na Jaane Mera Haal Sajnaa,.
Vers 1. It starts to burn. It's close enough to start a war. I want to go back to the time when I was four. The years been chasing me. Like footprints in the snow.
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore. And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,. In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?.
i may not live to see our gloom. (i may not live to see our glory). but i will gladly join the fight. (but i will gladly join the fight). and when our children tell our story.
Love, love, love, love. Knocks you down without a reason but,. You have to toughen up and keep believing,. You have to breathe out love to be receiving..