One final gasp and this man collapsed mind your own, no questions asked he laid there for a week in the trash another body, we don?t care my focus purpose
Er ist gerad 25, wie ich geboren 81 Er liebt die natur und hort nebenbei gerne Jazz und Classic und er zeichnet gern bilder um seine seele zu luften
The Song of Solomon The song of everyone Who walks the path Of the solitary heart The soul cries out Hear a woman singing Don't want your bullshit,
Oh thou, who givest sustenance to the universe From whom all things proceed To whom all things return Unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun
As the people here grow colder I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it Like a friend. I was loading a new programme I had ordered from a
Oh she move like the Diva do I said 'I'd love to dance like you.' She said 'just take off my red shoes Put them on and your dream'll come true With no
Some moments that I've had Some moments of pleasure I think about us lying Lying on a beach somewhere I think about us diving Diving off a rock, into
Pray God you can cope. I stand outside this woman's work, This woman's world. Ooh, it's hard on the man, Now his part is over. Now starts the craft of
And you huh? You do huh? We let it in We give it out And in the end What's it all about? It must be love I give you my I give you my You give me your
See those trees Bend in the wind I feel they've got a lot more sense than me You see I try to resist A rubberband bouncing back to life A rubberband
I look at you and see My life that might have been: Your face just ghostly in the smoke. They're setting fire to the cornfields As you're taking me home
One more step to the top of the city Where just a couple of pigeons are living Up on the angel's shoulders I don't know if I'm closer to Heaven but
Young at heart you're all confused, I know That's the reason why you've let me go Can't forget you, even though I tried Cannot stop the love I feel inside
their chest cavities I keep things moving I don't mind burying, I don't mind undertaking Yes I will be your Funeral, Director The Funeral Director The Funeral Director
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller tell him so Program director on the radio won't play no music until the caller tell
a gender i'll never understand If this is a rom-com Kill the director If this is a rom-com Kill the director If this is a rom-com Kill the director please
Oh, oyy Yeah, yeah Baby, I know when we started out There were things you didn't know But, baby girl, we got a lotta things we need to discuss I know