Breathe. Breathe in the burning air? then sigh. Be relieved there?s nothing there we were free long before your free advice now the flags, they will
Right now you?ve got us right where we want you below the radar sucking all you sold us patient and waiting while plotting and baiting a stake through
She cries? its freedom that we need, but I have yet to see a cause to believe (I need to feel it, please just let me feel all right) it comes in waves
I?ve seen it before everyone seems eloquently bored the laughter stops and starts again too forced So what?s the use in trying anymore, nothing makes
Just enough freedom to forget you?re a slave, just enough anger to make sure we get paid easy does it baby don?t lose your head?cause we both know that
My life charred remains of a flame that?s burned out my lips move but they won?t make a sound I stand motionless, eyes to the ground back for more with
Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs a call to arms we can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time stand up
It?s no wonder we?re all scared when our submission makes demands and who the hell are you is it asked or forced to do Do you pray for holiness or just
My mind is racin' but everything around me's standin' still Starin' at this crossroad with my hands tight on the wheel It just feels like something's
Tanto amor, ?de donde salio? No lo busque, pero me encontro. Estaba vagando y paso por alli, no tuve la certeza de que fuera por mi. Tanto amor cedida
E pau, e pedra, e o fim do caminho E um resto de toco, e um pouco sozinho E um caco de vidro, e a vida, e o sol E a noite, e a morte, e o laco, e o anzol
Te cansaste pronto de las canciones de Jobim, ellas te querian, no se cansaban de ti. Y te fuiste de mi lado, te alejaste de mi, volveran dias felices
, bien es cierto que no es tan facil, facil o dificil deberias decirmela ya, con esa cara que me miras medio rara que no dice nada. Veo en tu mirada algun indicio
Los papeles se amontonan en mi mesa de trabajo, harta estoy de partirme los cuernos contra folios y legajos. Voy a mandarlo todo al infierno, no quiero
Eres como un sinapismo, como un calendario, como el tilo negro, y yo tambien, y yo tambien. Eres como las rebajas como una ventosa, como un periodista
Yo que solo fui para ti paracetamol, yo que me crei que tu dolor era de verdad, me fie de ti y en ti el mal es lo natural. No lo llames amor, dejate
They tell me When I've got my life on my mind They're sorry But they can't do a thing about it till tomorrow I tell them Now I don't want a lot of your
losing cause Government paranoia was soon abound Mafia propaganda was gaining ground Through violence and bribery... alcohol could be found By 1921 an increase of marijuana was noted Cannabis Indica