Brother bears the weight of the world on his shoulders but he never lifts a hand The small-time thief has crowned himself king in his head. Sacrifice
My clothes are on inside out I walk to the ceiling looking down I turn to the left when the train turn right Why do we have to love not fight? Your
l'arca di Noe Il cane il gatto io E te Partira La nave partira Dove arrivera Questo non si sa Sara come l'arca di Noe Il cane il gatto io E te Partira
to go The Others, O-oh-Oh! The Others, O-oh-Oh! The In-Lovers, O-oh-Oh! I?m building an army of misplaced lovers Known as ?the others? Working under covers The Others
Traduzione: L'Arca. Gli Altri.
: My clothes are on inside out I walk to the ceiling looking down I turn to the left when the train turn right Why do we have to love not fight? Your