Born in April 1983. Still good, and they'll see. Grew in the big mill downtown neighborhood. (Who'd was this? In a good mood). . The first time I went on the stage.
Wish That I Could Help You Let It Go. We Try So Hard To Hold On. Will Someday Set Us Free. To Somethin' We Believe. But We Always End Up Right Where We've Begun.
You suffocate. You cannot wait for this to just be over. You want to run and just be done. Your what you can't control here. Don't know what your thinking.
A fool for love, yeah, there's one born every minute. Well I must've come into this big old world, baby, right on time. And all this talk about the art of letting go, oh.
I will tell you a story. about the Patrol up the High Stand's. the three Musketeerz. come from the west of France. one rainy day when I was 15 years old in my room.
You're my world, the shelter from the rain. You're the pills that take away my pain. You're the light that helps me find my way. You're the words when I have nothing to say.
Talk to me. You never talk to me. Do we suffer from. Social atrophy?. . When the conversations over. When the conversations over. We've taken what's been given.
Baby meet me in the park. Don't tell your daddy where. you're goin'. Your papa no no he don't like me. He thinks I 'm like the wind. blowin'. I 'm a young and restless runner.
Don't know what you've been lookin' for. But behind that look there's an open door. Your eyes say yes, but you won't let me in. Now I don't care what's right or wrong.
I can't believe how far I've come. Watch me stumble and come undone. If you take away, these memories. All that's left is just me. . 'Cause I don't want this and I don't need this.
Yes. Yes. Gambling Johnny, It's a dangerous vice. Gambling Johnny, It's a dangerous vice. . Walking in the street tenner in his hand. Mister Johnny got to bet.
Artist: N.R.G.. Writers: Ernest Petrangelo, Robin Ward, Steven Serpa. Producers: Ernie Burns. Engineer: Phil Greene. Iron birds of fortune. Adrift above the skies.
I feel like this won't go away. No matter how hard I try. To squeeze my eyes shut. So I can't see the pain. In you this pain in me, in me. . Everything that I can say to you, won't help you.
I saw an angel hit the ground. Fly to nowhere above sky. Cross another cold state line. Purpose almost hard to find. . Climb a mountain reach the sun.
You can take all things you think I need. All I wear upon my sleeve. All the ways you perceive. I no longer need it. And I know what it means in black and white.
I feel nothing. Longing for something. Lie in bed to take your clothes off. Show me what you're made of. Just to soothe me. . (All alone). Leave me here I'm dying.
"Welcome on board stand high commando fly to the dubadub world, it's raining outside, hope you'll enjoy the flight and the stand high experience.". . Stand High Commando.
Suffer. Suffer. Suffer. . The more you see the more you do. The television's feeding you. With what you wanna hear, anger and fear. Because you suffer.
(Intro). Wicked [x5]. It's a dubadub style. . (Chorus). From the western town, on the ganja. Come on now!. Dubadub come from, this area. Come on, now!.
Can't breathe!. Shut up. Shut up. I feel I give everything to you. Can't breathe!. Shut up. Shut up. I think there's nothing left to do. Can't breathe!.