: Lying awake, alone in my bed Voices are calling from inside my head You?d be surprised, if you knew what they really said From my dark rooms, I?ve
: It?s time to go, We know there?s something calling There?s nothing left out here at all, no? We?re going crazy, it?s no illusion We?ve had enough,
: Name the sin, count me in Remind me that we?re dreaming Bleed me dry, then hang me high And call me the fool that I?ve been Hate this state that I
: Woke up today, no hope for tomorrow What I thought would wash away Needless to say, I?d kind of lost my way So I?m right here, waiting No more, no
: One bad seed in this filty gravel One bad turn on this crocked road Took me here, to this path I travel Made me pay for what I owed One black cloud
: Hear you call for me It?s too late, can?t you see? Couldn?t help, they spit on you, and called you fool I believe it just slipped my mind That I left
: One, just one more drink One last cigarette and I am on my way Oh last night, it?s all a haze Here I pave my way through filth and broken glass Something
: I?ve rushed a million miles, haven?t moved at all Just like the rats, I will keep on going I?ve severed all my ties, set up for my fall And just like
: On this dead end road You just sold yours souls Buying in on what they told High and mighty you And your washed-out smiles Tell me now, who?s fooling
: Father, father, help me I have sinned again I just killed my last friend, can I go, can I go? Father please relieve me From this cross I bear Couldn
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: J?aurais pu etre millionnaire Avec piscine et vue sur la mer Mais je suis dans la merde Et je vous emmerde Sentimentalement demissionnaire Professionnellement
cosi tanto possi tribolare Vita stupenda vita innamorata Vita stupenda vita innamorata Vita stupenda vita innamorata Una botta in mezzo al petto una
J?aurais pu etre millionnaire Avec piscine et vue sur la mer Mais je suis dans la merde Et je vous emmerde Sentimentalement demissionnaire Professionnellement
Six plastic cups of rebellion Pre-game was a victory Gather round for a shit show (a shit show!) That's about to proceed Put down the bottle and pick
man when the fuck is you comin' man Man three minutes I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown) Don't want no Bobby Brown I want Al
The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of