Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair And
{Three O one a.m.} Oh I really love it here Oh you've thought of it all Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor I really love the way you wear
Traduzione: The Cure. Ritorno.
: Oh I really love it here! Oh you've thought of it all! Candlelight! coconut ice! and fur on the floor! And I reeely love the way you wear your hair
silence asking me why How many times must I try to tell you For every tear that you cry my heart dies There's no return for me Heaven is somewhere beyond
the Cure the final act, deciding factor The Killer or the Cure the neverlasting peace hereafter The Killer or the Cure no return the morning after The Killer or the Cure
wear and I?ll comb back my hair And in Velvet so green I will appear For I?m going far away ah but I?ll return some day I?ll return to the land that I
Now found, that I am but, a conjoined body, gathered by the Creator, in his imagination. If I undefine each part of my anatomy, including my human senses, and return
dry oh lord in return I'll kiss your feet Eyes hollow i cannot see Holy visions just heresy No god or shrink can cure This nothingness we adore
like these Are cemented in procrastination. Now this part of 'she' is liquid form Somewhere on the floor, As a self-defiant need for a cure. Diagnosed
insight is reached You slay the Beast while cultivatin' ya inner peace I live a life of a JuJu Priest And send light to the dark deceased In search of a cure
seduce but darling you hold me prisoner (prisoner) I'm about to break I can't stop this ache I'm addicted to your allure and I'm fiendin' for a cure
no return Kiss the wife and kids goodbye for good Come on beat me I'm not a man Don't want to kill me Condemned Use me as a cure for cold I'm burning
I finish I come to cure the world of the sickness Word. [Chorus] It's the coming Of the bionic Defari here to Lock shit down It's the return Of the
a game or an illusion We see the world hunger, not enough to eat We close our eyes, - walking through the lonely streets Strange disease, - there?s nothing, there?s no cure