[Lyrics and Melodies by Mark Boals / Music by Tony MacAlpine] [2002 Boalsongs BMI / Eyes on the Prize BMI] Archipelagic Counter attraction tactics Science
: [Lyrics and Melodies by Mark Boals / Music by Tony MacAlpine] [2002 Boalsongs BMI / Eyes on the Prize BMI] Archipelagic Counter attraction tactics
Biting the hand that feeds you, lying to the voice Inside, reach out to beg for something this life Is a lesson, take what you're given feeding on Self
Non potro scordar quel desiderio che c'era in te quando con me dentro in quel bosco ti rotolavi giu e sotto la gonna gia eri nuda... tu... Dolcemente
Dear you i write goodbye my final cry to let you know i'm sorry my tears fall endlessly if you could see if only you were here now to rescue me from
Una foglia che brucia piano ad un ramo di pesco da lontano, pochi passi e una bimba gioca con la neve, dimmi ancora perche sei strana. Con quegli sguardi
Male dint'a chesti mmane ca se toccano e fanno sunna belle song sti capille quande se metten a vula po quando me guard'e rid tropp bell so chist uocchie
This house is sad, Because he's not tidy, Good dogs go by When someone comes, To go gone, gone, gone. . . There's no one, there's no one, There's no
Along with the art of conquest and domination, we have developed the absolute science of ignorance and bound it in text of generations of the unthinking
When everybody dies around you From someone else's gun It makes you really stop and think About the years to come Something good has gotta happen To
When everybody dies around you From someone elses gun It makes you really stop and think About the years to come Something good has gotta happen To the
La verdad, del amor No esta nunca en el dolor Tu, no ves, lo que yo Date cuenta, se acabo No te quiere, solo es sexo para el Ya no vuelvas a perderte
No voy a llorar ni te voy a aullar Hoy sali a vender todo tu desden No toques mas... las heridas que aun me duelen Ya no hay rencor ni flores del amor
Gente va, de aqui para alla Me pregunto ?que pasara, Si explota la ciudad? Todo aqui es artificial Tu crees que todo es verdad Nos quieren manipular
Fin de la semana por fin Hoy es viernes voy a salir A ponerme ciega Cojo el coche, cruzo Madrid Mil moscones luchan por mi Yo me hare la sueca En mi
No se olvidar este veneno Me come por dentro, desgarra mi pecho Este abismo extrano me hace resbalar por ti No se olvidar, todos tus besos Muero de
Hace tiempo busco una senal Que me lleve a ti Sacare mi orgullo a pasear Si te veo cruzo sin mirar Si tu pasas de mi, yo me cuelgo de ti Pero debo fingir
