I'm bored, I just thought I'd let you know, That your world dragged me down like undertow once again, Face first, I saw it all in slow mo, Good things
Could you validate me before you break me in And what you're calling a cheap shot Well, I took you on the chin It's never where you're going It's always
Standing at my door, You float like smoke across my floor, 'Cause you're in the air, Your chemicals are everywhere, You flow throw me, Sound waves and
Hey 3, 4 If I could make it rain today And wash away this sunny day down to the gutter I would just to get a change of pace Things are getting worse,
Time - Do you imagine our time Do you find out whatc?? always Here in sight always there in light Space - Do you determine holes in space The little
magical light in her eyes in her eyes, in her eyes ablooming beauty in her eyes mistress with deep dark hair arose from the mist of night rose with her
Paranoid androids, aliens, asteroids Plus I, George Jetson through the solar system board Galaxy gladiator, fuck you bitin' ass style Still in perpetrators
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Waiter: (Sung) Butterfingers do that again that's the end of your career! (Spoken) How do you do sir? How do you do madam? (Sung) Don't you know
Pale and Dark and Tortured Blue, behind a veil you find serenity. I guess that's something we share, violently fading into nothing to find peace, or escape
Apres la pluie le beau temps hehe Refrain: Augmente le niveau ambiance a l'africaine et si pour toi sais bon nous alors nous c'est pareil Aumgente
e. Qualcosa nell'atmosfera che qualche anno fa non c'era qualcosa nell'atmosfera che qualche anno fa non c'era qualcosa nell'atmosfera che qualche anno fa non c'era qualcosa nell'atmosfera
Long time ago We found this place Thousands of years We crossed the interstellar space World after world Sowing the seeds Another planet For a new genetic
L'idee qu'il y ait un Bon Dieu qu'il n'y en ait pas Un flic au commissariat Une Republique un syndicat Qu'il y ait un bout du tunnel qu'il n'y en ait
On s'attendait tous les jours au pire Chacun defendait sa p'tite vie Mon p'tit moi-meme ne veut pas mourir Je vais faire construire un abri Oh mon dieu
Lungo le contrade nella prima sera Noi vestiti bene in sintonia con l'atmosfera Era di domenica poco tempo fa Scrivi ai tuoi parenti che non puoi tornare