memories are just where you laid them Drag the waters 'till the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was there something you left behind
Memories are just were you laid them Tried the waters till the depths get rough that day. What did you expect to find? Was it something you left behind
home So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south. Chorus: The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel. My brakes are gone, I'
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire! Turn on the dynamo, into the wild I go, No other place I know, I know. Turn on I see red, Warhorse
Put some fuel into the fire To make it rise again This could be our very last chance We won?t allow time To catch up with us After all we?ve done
Traduzione: Colonne sonore (altre tracce) colonna sonora. Sunburn [carburante].
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That's not how you do it You turn it around Turn it around turn it around I can remember back when I got used to it Back then you weren't even around
other shit, spitting for my brother shit Hardcore gutter shit, duct tape and some other shit [H.A.W.K.] I'm on that other shit, that duct tape and some other
they think about their children's children Be a forwardless mess and this No one to call You can't make them stall I want to feed them to each other Cause
s free Of speech and the ability to reach, the masses Never not, know what to say I know how brainwaves operate Consistantly and our ideas, FUEL our existance
and ciphened from delorian doors swivel up, with aviator radar blip for most glorious tittie fuck, cool green over the frame under the clothes line, whos crew choose fuel
you're lonely And you know how To forget me [Aesop] For the love of my personal practice I reside where obstructive fluxes and societal withdrawl collides Slide fuel
end now lets pretend that it could have been (any other way) long and slow I kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'
I mean come on You really think that it be safe where you livin' On the streets, midnight creep Rollin' deep, rest in peace I wrote this song for all the fuel
held up situations like these I'd really like to be the king of all of me 23 going on 0 to 150 Ten foot golden mags, high-octane rocket fuel I let my
s Nothing but a lie I crave the altitude But somehow the penthouse view Don?t satisfy Take me away Take me away That this searching soul Missed on other
What am I supposed to say To the fact that you took my heart and ran away When my life seemed unfair You turned the other cheek as if you never cared
