The pain from our broken dreams won't heal by themselves cause we keep our lips wet by drinking water from poisoned wells. Like we're not ready to take
It's not what you want But you'll take what you get Why waste your time? Looking sharp boy Hair is just right Tie is on tight for eight hours every day
No matter where you start No matter if your story is worse than mine Everybody suffered, we all have a background And the choice to leave it behind There
To remain pessimistic found, in this hour of distress Till decayed, derelict down In this shower of pretence Desire profane You never see again As
Gracias Por la noche que me diste Gracias Un futuro prometiste Gracias Hacen los monos cuando hay gente Gracias Porque lo nuestro es diferente Gracias
Its easy to be bitter Now that your out of this frame With all these unclear different choices. Like enemies we cause ourselves so much pain. Have
I hold the night within these dry hands. It waters my skin as I dwell in the dark. May Your ways be mine. We've gotta get out we've gotta get out now
I, me, mine I follow the signs I, me, mine Take what I need Give me strength But don't fight back Give me strength Now you don't exist Stand up straight
Traduzione: Irving Berlin. Finale Ultimo: Somebody Handed Us A Ticket To Picket.
: To remain pessimistic found, in this hour of distress Till decayed, derelict down In this shower of pretence Desire profane You never see again As
: Its easy to be bitter Now that your out of this frame With all these unclear different choices. Like enemies we cause ourselves so much pain. Have
