Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat Won't you play if for me? In the mix mister hop Forward hop back, hop, hop, hop The second somebody dies somebody else
We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, it's a hard sensibility but we'll see it through in time but when words come between us Noiseless in the
In tune, the final June the oceans overflow Deranged, the deserts range to mankind's final show So soon, the final goon the darkest hole is full
All these ideas keep swimming Running through your All these ideas keep swimming Running through your All these ideas keep swimming Running through your
After he had journeyed and his feet were sore And he was tired, he came upon an orange grove And he rested and he lay in the cool And while he rested,
??Callus his heel?? and long ago A chance for you to ??soul train low?? ??The poets of ears the fleshy goat?? ??Can lurch souls within the snow a steel
By Don Snow/Roger Daltrey Copyright Control It's like a needle in my side The fire of pain is burning through me Stretching the limits of restraint Emotion
your search for patterns found me standing in line in avoiding compliance you fell into mine your good intentions are set aside build me up with promise
Nineteen-hundred-sixty-four We were kids, didn't know about the war Still wasting time in school There were Joe and Sue, Jack and Jim A couple more in
All these ideas keep swimming, running through your head. Quick, we?ll drown them with this fix. The dose to stop your shaking, the one to silence your
Z pozoru chlodny choc w srodku plone Idac bez celu zmierzam do niej Nie potrzebuje Zadnej mapy Zeby bezblednie do niej trafic Milosci bracie sie nie
This song I sing is not for sale. These words I scream to you are real. No one can ever buy our lives. This music will survive. Remember when we didn'
Where's your god when you need him? Beware, he's deceiving Intimidation, revelation Wipe my ass on its pages Fuck your god with good reason In contempt
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Best days, Worst nights, A new love, that just dies One Win, One Lose, Everything now has a cost? Chorus As it spins around The earth and ground But
In the eye of the storm Our brief refuge 'til dawn Just close your eyes until it's over All the faithful ones pray for a benevolent god All the faithful
My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted ass, self tormented, The future seems a rotted ass. I lie detached, sorry for myself Depression is my
Vertimas: Namams Vilties. Likutis.