Thursday morning waking And lots of people crying But I thought I saw angels there Flying through the charnel air They whispered don't you worry For
I awoke so invincible the state indivisible hasn't had the chance to finish me yet. The force of law notwithstanding moans, groans and the sting of student
Quiero ser... breve Un abrir y cerrar de tus ojos bastara para amar el tiempo es nuestro lugar limitado pero infinito de contar nuevas historias Por
Weekend day, To Hell goes the phone. I must have heard that story a million times before. No more wake up calls, At least not for a week or two. The
talking to my friends at work today, times are getting them down they asked me for advice, thursday night is the night i always go out you don't gotta
Se que la vida te cambio Se que el tiempo te desdibujo, toda ilusion de creer en los demas, de creer que siempre hay otro lado en lo que dejas. Algo
(Bowie/Gabrels) All of my life I've tried so hard Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart
Can't you see I'm intrigued, by the way, that you speak The words come out like pinball machines You're clever with your metaphors, burn me with your
Y a des soirs ou j'me couche j'ai envie de manger du savon Tout m'degoute mon ciel bouge, j's'rais capable de manger du savon Pour me laver la bouche
Woahh oh oh Just take it back baby take is back, back baby tonight Woah oh oh You gotta turn around, turn around walk right out the door So don't come
So don't come back don't even try staring at your phone alone tonight Baby, it's wrong, it felt so right one last look into your eyes One last kiss
(Oooooooooooooo) (Oooooooooooooo) (Oooooooooooooo) (Oooooooooooooo) Can anybody do, The curse removal, Is anyone here, Feeling helpful? It's 24 years
(feat. Susan Egan) In a room on the third floor of a brown stone in the village Someone's practicing Bach And at a desk, in an office lined with cubicles
(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) 'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red, and blue
[Turk:] Two of the hottest days of the week They harrassin' and hackin' niggaz in that UPT N.O.P.D. be rollin' so deep They be fuckin' over niggaz Kickin
Elle m'envoie des cartes postales de son asile M'annoncant la nouvelle de son dernier combat Elle me dit que la nuit l'a rendue trop fragile Et qu'elle
Twenty-five years living in a fantasy Twenty-five years, better choose reality Took a trip searching in your house of fun Couldn't go there with almost
These days, with the world getting colder, She spends more time sleeping over Than I planned. Tonight we're gonna order in, Drinking wine and watch
