How was I so blind to miss you crumbling inside. Is it too late now to fix you. Let me make it right. 'Cause there'll be no sun on Sunday. No reason for words to rhyme.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1. She's another victim of life, we've come to know,. Technology, celebrity, all the things you cannot hold. She's from a long lost tribe looking for the light.
You lost your cool again,. And punched the bedroom door,. You're sick of working hard,. And always being bored.. . But you don't have to feel ashamed,.
You're never ready for something quite like this. It comes to hit you when you are least expectin' it. So now what happens if I choose to have this child, have a child with you?.
Every day is one more inch of. A slow play, sinking in. Vision fading. Suffocating inside my own skin. . And I'm fighting the stranger in my eyes. And I know that only one of us will survive.
Until your breathing stops, stops, stops. Until your breathing stops, stops, stops. Until your, your, your, your, your forever, forever. I need more dreams.
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NAMIE AMURO. FEEL. . I'll make you an offer that you can't refuse. One way or another, no time to lose. You won't find a better girl, if you wanna go.
NAMIE AMURO. FEEL. . Some days. As the light fades. It all blacks out. . Wake up. In the morning. And the sun goes down. . What do you do. You crash into the fear.
Det är skimmer i molnen och glitter i sjön,. det är ljus över stränder och näs. och omkring står den härliga skogen grön. bakom ängarnas gungande gräs..
Sol, sol, så skönt.. Lys, lys, mitt ljus.. Trög väg på grus,. se gräset så grönt.. Här är mycket lätt,. att äta sig mätt.. . Här inte brått,. bort krypa vill,.
Säv, säv, susa.. Våg, våg, slå.. Vi frågar oss var Ingalill. den unga har gått?. Hon skrek som en vingskjuten and,. när hon sjönk i sjön,. det var när sista vår stod grön..
Dream the day. Caught in the sway. Miles gone inside. Into the air. I take a breath. No longer care. To be the death. . Even time. We took a light. Songs leaving alive.
Step by aching stepson. And you'll fall into the blue. And you'll fall into the blue. Oh, I'm coming down for you. . Step by aching stepson. And I'll lead you by the hand.
There you go, slipping away into a state of grace. I know the look that comes across your face. It's so familiar to me. Here I am, trying to keep you in my line of sight.
She's got a way about her. I don't know what it is. But I know that I can't live without her. She's got a way of pleasin'. I don't know what it is. But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway.
Riding in the backseat, sipping on a Pepsi. Looking out the window, driving to the bus stop together. I tell her only three sleeps and I'll be right back.
You'd beg if I was under your hood. But it ain't doing us any good. Rolling through town and going too slow. What we need is an open road. . 400 horses need a little room to run.
Why have a song if you ain't gonna sing?. Make a move, do your thing. It don't really matter if you're out of tone. So enjoy yourself all afternoon. .
I want a Sunday kind of love. A love to last past Saturday night. And I'd like to know. It's more than love at first sight. And I want a Sunday kind of love.