Traducción: O plano de férias. Esperando.
while playing this its hit or miss. theres no point telling me anything i never hear. never here not out of choice. theres no way im waiting this long
like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh, don't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in
holiday We can go to the club or hide away We can do what you want to, baby I know you're really busy and I know you've got plans But are you really
beds And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn word he said I planned
you're gone I sit around so blue I just can't wait on Saturday that's my holiday with you Monday Tuesday Wednesday wonder if you miss me too Thursday Friday Saturday makin' plans
her there's no pretending to feel the way i feel i'd never second guess myself if everything was real she could keep a secret she could make the plans
This flurry of plans is over, over And I'm sorry and glad together Our bustling house is sane now, sane now And I'm sorry and glad together Didn't it
them We kings of the planet Earth, Gods if you will Yo, cash be my broad, it's about to get stupid These niggaz tryin' to stop our plans, peace to it
Shopping and planning, all things in their place Company's coming in just one more day My body is tired, there's so much to do I can't wait till Christmas
don?t wait for no one Sitting on your front door The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for Cause death don?t wait for no one Sitting on
"Ha ha, we, my friends, the day we have waited for may be at hand" "Oh, if only that were true, Lumiere" "Aah, human again" "Human again" "Yes, think
everything's beautiful, every day's a holiday, the day you live without it, everything changes up, everything shifts and falls unless you care about it
as hell He told me to listen well as he started to yell "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday
agree On who I should be Maybe I should get away Take myself a holiday No more calls begging my time No more walls for me to climb I can't wait to feel
'm in love with you I thank the Lord above For sendin' me your precious love You're what I want I can't wait another day Baby, I can't wait For another
scream that ignites the world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to. This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to
