Something make my chest stir Something make my head blur I?m not ready for a handshake with death, no I?m just such a happy mess The drums are four
Oh, oh, oh-oh [x4] Something make my chest stir Something make my head blur (oh, oh) I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no (oh, oh) I'm just
Alguma coisa deixa a minha cabeca tumultuada Alguma coisa deixa a minha cabeca confusa Nao estou preparado para um aperto de mao com a morte, nao Eu
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Something make my chest stir Something make my head blur (Oh, oh) I'm not ready for a handshake
Oh, oh, oh-oh [x4] Something make my chest stir Something make my head blur (oh, oh) I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no (oh, oh) I'm just such
: Oh, oh, oh-oh [x4] Something make my chest stir Something make my head blur (oh, oh) I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no (oh, oh) I'm just
: Something make my chest stir Something make my head blur I?m not ready for a handshake with death, no I?m just such a happy mess The drums are four
my hand, I'll take off Tell me what I already know That we can't talk about it No we can't talk about it Because ... and someone nearly fell ... and ringing Pavlov
you don't sound good and you don't sound nice And you don't sound good and you don't sound right And it get's quiet... Pavlov's daughter woke up
Here I am, the prodigal son The self proclaimed deprived Spending hours of fighting the peace When I should lay it on the line It makes it hard, I won
your girlfriend I hear you loving yourself too I hear you turning your thoughts off Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off And it get's quiet... Pavlov
psi pana pavlova cekaji na svuj vlak nasednou a odjedou nekteri zmeskaji nekteri nenajdou vsichni se tesi na pridel psi pana pavlova
, that's how I nearly fell Trading clothes and ringing Pavlov's Bell History shows like it was show and tell So tell me... That's how I nearly fell... By ringing Pavlov
How many times has he waited there Beneath the boughs of angel hair Woolen coat pulled tight against the wind That whipped and chaffed his face And
Try for the mountains Try for the mountains Cause you're already gone too long You've got to reach for high places Glide on a whirlwind You've already
