it's over I have been told about longing a feeling so old. it's dead. I must have been misled so stay be my side. I'm sorry. I'm drawing myself the ideal
more, no more Im not gonna let you hurt me no more, no more Im not gonna let you hurt me no more, no more Im not gonna let you hurt me no more, no more
not gonna let you hurt me, no more, no more I'm not gonna let you hurt me, no more, no more I'm not gonna let you hurt me, no more, no more I'm not gonna
Traduzione: Ideale. No More.
Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago, Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row. Young an' wide-eyed, I believed every word, As he rambled through
living asking more and more We just don't realize, but the world is full of treasures You find them in yourself The humans are asking more and more Don
know we never miss cause we sound like this And for all you lovely ladies say here's a little kiss [Chorus] The strategy proceeding is to overcome the mind To leave the ideal
My ultimate We'd provide forums We'd all speak out We'd all be heard We'd all feel seen We'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would
I make images of you Ideal more than true I glue photos on my wall Ladder bound to fall And now seeing you again Will it ever end? Here I've no way
What's wrong with me And what is it you live for? Is it really something more Than just living for you? And can you really choose To live your own ideal
In The Morning Light Or Maybe Even Recieving A Kiss Goodnight Girl You Got Me Believing We Just Might End Up Bein More Than Jus Two Friends When We're Together It Feels Ideal
Christina: hey Hey Hey! Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more
doors on a coupe (BLAOW!) I'm on that game like I'm shootin' at a hoop (Ballin'!) I ain't concieted, I'm just ideal (OAW!) If you want me to be me, I
Di lune piene, di stelle, cornetti e Di cornamuse, ideali e banchetti Di quanta ce ne vuole Di forza e vigore Di femmine bionde e more Di cio? che c?
it resists Waiting as an embryo The perfect moment to infect To build it up more superior A superior becoming Inside this void it feeds A conception of the ideal
seen from the window, Seeing it but not being touched by it. * Words sometimes don't seem to mean much; Of anyone we've used more that most. Feelings
with the Hill, keep your mouth still If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel If you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel What you sought was
