One two three four!. . What the hell are we fighting for?. Another hour, you'll be gone. When you should be next to me. . Deep inside I see you're tired.
Confusion. Delusion. Is what you're stirring up in me Why do we. Why don't we. I thought I felt that this was Meant to be. . Na na na na na, na na na, na na.
Side on, this side. It's the game you're willing to play. . You want what can't be won. You hold what can't be sold. And it gets you. It gets you. It gets you.
Sunday morning at the door. You were coming back for more. We were kicking it all around. . I was looking in your eyes. You thought it was justified. You said, m-m-more.
Ingen følger os. Ingen ved. Ingen ser os. Styrte ned. . Ingen kender os. Ingen venter os. Ingen ser os. Her i rummet. . Vi gemmer os I mørke kladder. finder ly i natten især - vi.
It's been so long since I've seen your face,. Except inside of my head.. Counting down to the days till you're home,. Hoping that we'll share a bed.. .
It should have been,. It should have been,. It should have been,. It should of been a clue. When all of your friends said. "Good bye" and "Good luck".
Estoy loco y no quiero curarme. Estoy loco y no siento el dolor. No quiero ya historias fugaces. No quiero callar el rumor. . Y yo solo quiero darte amor.
Se acabo el amor, ya se no fue tu culpa. Se acabo el amor, ya no me culpes a mi. Pues, todo lo que sube, tiene que bajar. . Como una flor, crece y se marchita.
Så som himlen ser ut. en tisdag över skolans. kommunala korridorer. Klockan fyra i oktober. Strax innan det mörknar. och det luktar från bespisningen.
Du springer aldrig ifatt,. när jag väl är där. jag vill inte tänka framåt. men är livrädd att fastna här. nu kan det vara för sent. att säga som det är.
All i have's this journal that i write. sketches of a 20-something life. glory pieces shining on a page. boxing night of disappointing rage. legends never leave an ounce of flesh.
i wasted now. i think of you. why do i promote. such self abuse?. what should have been. what we could have said. doesn't matter now. hit the road instead.
another day. waking up to find myself in the same way. feeling homeless, and helpless, this world's. heartless. . take some time. and watch these problems drift away.
Sylvestre Matuschka. Sylvestre Matuschka. One more. Buried nugget. Of the dark history. Of the darkest side of man. Austria, 1931. Hungarian, hero - World War I.
Snake on a dune. Sand so moist and cool. Crawls up to a ledge. To survey the valley below. Slither into town. In the velvet Elvis night. Spiralling remains.
So much easier to wait. On things I wanna say. just get in my car. and we'll just drive away. This could mean everything. So much better than before. This time I promise you.
The afterglow of sorrow. You can leave behind the pain. If you hold on to tomorrow. It'll get you through the rain. . All of the bridges have been burning, burning down.
Set your suns - turn on the sky light. Hear those sounds - of a gleaming night. The dark.... . Will you get what you're praying for. Will it ever arrive.
Para recibir perdn por sus pecados, ofrecan sacrificio de animales =. a. Dios. Algunos mataban y daban gloria a otros dioses. Others murdered and worshipped demons.