Come on I need easing Sulk from the crowd 'Cause I'm ready to get stoned So long so long So long so long Feed me Come on, show me Come on, need me Come
There's a song that tells you About the sounds you hear in the night The animals crying because they're hungry And the child crying at night Because he
A girl who can't shake off the smell Of a man she met but didn't know well She thinks she feels him in her skin She thinks she sees his sideways grin
Every time I think I'm gonna wake up Back in the jungle Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker Each time I looked around The walls moved in a little
I wanna write myself On the walls of your heart Because the knot that holds us Altogether throws us all apart I'm gonna stop myself Before I say something
Closer please, closer Closer please, closer Closer please, closer Closer please, closer Closer That is his nature That is his nature That is his nature
Lead me on through the night Take my hand, precious Lord And lead me home Take my hand, precious Lord Amen Lead me on through the night Take my hand
Carla was on her break from the Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory She sat at a teetering picnic table There was a toxic orange moon and it was
I can make a perfect picture from a voice Her serenity oozed into my ear It didn't take long for her to know me, and I knew it felt good "Pick me up and
I've been waiting Intruders just keep coming Intruders just keep coming Intruders just keep coming Did you ever wish that something Would come and save
With your wild, call the pace Taste the tracks of the waste With your wild, with your sweet With your cold black-eyed teeth I close my eyes and I pray
't die young, die young Everlasting teenage recoil Fall in love with anything Come undone with hearts unbroken And wish upon a lucky star Everlasting teenage recoil
your carving distinctions the pace you refine molded distinctions degree of bind hard time had by all some long some not so keep filling shoes keep signature recoil
At first i recoil at the thought of you smoking, But then i think it?d make you fun again. I first heard my name. I was alone in the kitchen. I know what
Come home and my guitar Has nothin to say to me I recoil from all my friends And then I'm in misery Been so long since I've been held Really since I was
drooling over you Sampling your soul You could be the chosen one But what if Everything they say is wrong And you Die some Everlasting teenage recoil
Traducción: Difranco, Ani. Recuo.
Traducción: Magazine. Recuo.
