I've fallen short once again I scream but nobody listens anymore This isolation is killing me, I cannot mend The shattered pieces of my broken heart
All i ever wanted was more than you could give haunted by your ghost that will not let me live all the times you broke our trust i forgave everything
the night is so young and i've got miles behind me on this road the world is so dark, but i'll use the stars to guide me home. we used to stare up at
Your love is like a carwreck and this time I have gone through the windshield What's one skipped heartbeat anyway? After all I never believed you when
Take my life from my hands before it breaks into pieces I know not what to do Those things I never said Those words I can't take back Only add to this
Here I am with a pen in my hand Writing a letter to who I used to be Before all the pain, before all the lies Before all of my suffering I've tried hard
Ignite my soul with penetrating lies Engulf my heart and cover up my eyes Tear me down and build me up again We'll never know when it will all begin
If only my heart could speak If each beat was alive with passion And within each vein there flowed a tale Would you cut me and study that which flowed
le Roi de France qui tant danca ruinat la France tant il danca valsez Versailles parquets cires que la pietaille n'a pas souilles ce Roi des Rois danse
Do you see me waving? From the distance And I wonder how it feels As discomposure takes its place But I'd love to see your face When you see what I'm
My daddy is a family lover My mama is a pretty lady They both work on the Westfield Mansions Breathing and working all day My daddy says it ain't such
pale moon rises. The ships have come, to carry you home. And all will turn, to silver glass. A light on the water. Grey ships pass Into the west.
coast Oh, but now instead I'm singin' Go west, Emily Grab your boots and find yourself somewhere I'll find another lover in the east I said go west,
Sorrow and sadness, bitterness, grief Memories I have of you won?t leave me in peace My mind is running back to the west coast of Clare Thinking of you
born on the california beach raised on the west coast radio take things less serious than i do i have only two questions; number one where did you learn
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