прощенья у Бога, не помогу я тебе Где равнодушие, там пустые чувства во тьме Ты равнодушна ко мне, тебе я безразличен Все твои чувства ко мне - дешевый
I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend
There's a fat cat sittin' in a Cadillac Ridin' ten feet off the floor Who says, "I used to do a little but I couldn't get enough And so the little got
( Pearl Jam Cover ) I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone Oh, watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone I will stand arms
Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held
Indifferent minds seek nothing They wait to be told They never stop talkin' The way you talk to me You give me the blues I feel like walkin' Expressions
I think, I know you But I never watched you born Thought I loved you Thoughts don?t come close Indifference is everywhere But it doesn?t really matter
he lays face down on the ground but nobody comes or cares feels only disgusted stares he lays down for the world to walk on him cause nobody wants to
Home is fine...i guess. It's not fun, but it's not dull. I sometimes feel like my life isn't empty, But it sure isn't full. Music's neat...i guess. It
I don't mind if you go I don't mind if you take it slow I don't mind if you say yes or no I don't mind at all I don't care if you live or die Couldn'
I will light the match this mornin' So I won't be alone Watch as she lies silent For soon night will be gone Oh, I will stand arms outstretched Pretend
What a difference a day has made What a difference a day has made What a difference and more of the same What's that song you're singing? Just a bell
Time marches on Time stands still Time on my hands, time to kill Blood on my hands And my hands in the till Down at the 7-11 Gentle rain falls on me
written by Warren Zevon 1993 Zevon Music BMI Time marches on Time stands still Time on my hands Time to kill Blood on my hands And my hands in the till
Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my
written by Warren Zevon Time marches on Time stands still Time on my hands Time to kill Blood on my hands And my hands in the till Down at the
L'indifferenza non e indulgenza, ma un passo avanti per la meschinita L'indifferenza non e mai prudenza, ma un passo indietro per l'imparzialita Con la