If angels were men well then they couldn't fly If birds had souls they would forever glide If people would love then more of us would be alive Oh
'There will be signs in the sun...' And we want everything to end Just like Nostradamus said Everything is left for dead, fade to red In the gust
The fairy tale has found an end The beauty that belonged back then Had gone I wonder where it all went wrong The dream, the love, the recompense
You've got a one track mind Held in formaldehyde, you stay inside You don't want anyone to find you You've got a secret drug But its never enough
Oh my God Here I go again Jumping off this platform To another end Oh my God See me going deep Won't You take these millstones From around my
Oh the English rain Seems to follow me again All the way from Sintra Portugal It's where I met you just one year ago Oh sweet memory (riding motorbikes
know i mean to There will be no faking No more of my charades I know I'm giving up The imposter I know this is possible Oh the imposter Is me.
So give it all you got now Give it all for free Give it everything you want But live for eternity Shake it up for penance Shake it up for lent
We don't like your politiking Get a new life Get a new love This is where your soul needs stitching Get on a job Bang on the drum Please believe
I tried everything to find you I even took the stairway to Hell I wrote these words down to remind you That I know life is never pass or fail So
The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod, The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God. For all those who have eyes and all those
The question is Where did this begin Who authored and who finished it? Such a beautiful world But such a twisted plan For it to end before we really
The Imposter The Imposter by Kevin Max Listen: [rm] Lyrics: I saw you meeting at the new world order You looked very modern with your narrow
i mean to There will be no faking No more of my charades I know I'm giving up The imposter I know this is possible Oh the imposter Is me.
Traduzione: Kevin Max. L'impostore.
: You've got a one track mind Held in formaldehyde, you stay inside You don't want anyone to find you You've got a secret drug But its never enough
: If angels were men well then they couldn't fly If birds had souls they would forever glide If people would love then more of us would be alive Oh
