my dreams Running down the boulevard I never thought I'd see the day When the night is coming down, I pray I am lost in a maze Of stolen dreams Lossing
fair You live in a world where you didn't listen And you didn't care So I'm floating Floating on air Oh.. yeah... No warning of such a sad song Of broken hearts My dreams
Stiamo bussando in mutande da te Accendi il fuoco indovina chi c'e Niente piu accappatoio piu Niente guanti di lana piu Niente calze di cuoio fincheeee
My name is Jackson, I was named after my father Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to
I had a dream last night that you and I were butterflies and everything was right, but then we said goodbye and I lost my sense of flight and you lost
No one had seemed to notice just let it go They will not find a prayer in their eyes Dying for this friendship I've never had Dying for this friendship
play little tricks with your head Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams
for the thrill Some people follow one man's vision, Some others die on television Some people build their homes on sand, Some people live in garbage cans
you wanna love me Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold cola cans
Although I do Yes I do I love you in my own twisted ways One day God walked on old Mount Royal Just to dream up the human form Threw stones and cans
I'm prepared to) Can't leave without a couple tickets in the stands So my wife, and my momma and my chil'ren got cans (chil'ren got cans) Cause once I
I see you walkin' on Main Street Lookin' in the windows Waitin' by turnstiles Thinking of things you thought you'd like to buy Living off dreams stored up in film cans
not the one that lights light up I'm not the one that changes with time If despiste everything I stayed the same It's to get close to my childhood dreams
is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
you traffic, grey matter in gridlock I'm a nutty professor, you a nigga with shitlocks hip hop, ain't been to sleep in three days dreams of spray cans
. It might feel disembodied,.. boundless, spinning helplessly through space..." [Jamie Madrox] That's me, the one you see awaken in dreams Saint or
around the world if they've got a phone game to play Then again some men call their mom every day Old boys drink bad beer and throw the cans out in the
