robot niva come hai potuto? cosa pensavi? cosa facevi? quando iroshi e caduto Hanno ucciso jeeg robot bisognava stare attenti dicci perche non gli hai lanciato i templi componenenti Hanno ucciso jeeg robot
You say You're not gonna fight 'Cause no one will fight for you And You think There's not enough love And no one to give it to And You're sure You'
You say you're not going to fight Because no one will fight for you And you think there's not enough love And no one to give it to And you're sure you
the deep. Cars floating like ships over skyscraper tips The tallest of trees swaying like seaweed. Aluminum and paper clips Refrigerator parts and microchips. Rudimentary robot boy
take gold star for robot boy well then that's ok if i waited for you to show me all the actions i should take would i get my break? gold star for robot boy
You say You're not gonna fight 'Cause no one will fight for you And You think There's not enough love And no one to give it to And You're sure You've
Traduzione: Guided By Voices. Gold Star Per Robot Boy.
Traduzione: Linkin Park. Robot Boy.
non ci vuole un manico a capire che e un trauma cranico Hanno ucciso jeeg robot niva come hai potuto? cosa pensavi? cosa facevi? quando iroshi e caduto Hanno ucciso jeeg robot
: You say You're not gonna fight 'Cause no one will fight for you And You think There's not enough love And no one to give it to And You're sure You
You say you're not going to fight Because no one will fight for you And you think there's not enough love And no one to give it to And you're sure
no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh .... Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy
little prince You've lost control Calander boy are you growing old Your radar's jammed Shut your laser downs while you can Hush now boy, Please
ve lost control Calendar boy are you growing old? Your radar's jammed Shut your lasers down while you can Hush now boy please give in Robot boy
Pulled the triggers calm (Repeat) Crashed guitars Two felons emerged as rock stars Shots fired Influenced by Heat Breaths taken Both retired for life
frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight grip Determined not to let time slip This is Alchemy, iron b-boy and all his glory Alchemy, hold
They were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'Till brick fluid sewage crippled up the get-retorted nickel punks Slowly cope but swore his lowly robot
