WASTING TIME, it's over and ended WASTING TIME, we deserve HOLD THAT LINE, they ask us in safety Hold that line, when we talk I can see the headlights
The First Nowell, the Angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter
What child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This is winter'
{Okay Clappers Lowest Yo yo yo Yea [Incomprehensible]} By the rivers of Babylon Where he sat down And there he wept When he remembered Zion Oh for the
Oh, in a little district In a neighborhood People movin' swift Like they think they should A word from your mouth Your lights get knocked out A blast
Crazy, crazy Crazy fool Crazy fool If she thinks that she is gonna dispose my world I'd be a crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy fool, crazy fool My love for
Le luci spente delle due di notte passa un barbone con le scarpe rotte la notte qui non e come a Milano o a Roma, sempre pieno di casino fra quasi
Wasting time It's over and ended Wasting time We deserve Hold that line They ask us in safety Hold that line when we talk I can see the headlights and
Morning people take the news A paper window on a world They live on undisturbed Thoughts may fly like lonely birds And lost behind the silent words Voices
I made my dreams then lost them They left and I went away There's no romance in the memory That's part of yesterday But feelings linger stronger Sometimes
Gold, said the man to the many I want money and I'll make it grow I will count my worth in gold Wealth untold, I'll sell my soul Midas Man Midas Man
The sisters worked for the people 'round them Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor And they cared and tried but were worn With their fears
Leaving all their thoughts behind Passing over timeless wastes of ecstasy Freedom strangled at the source Takes the only charted course that leads them
Laude novella sia cantata A l'alto donna encoronata Fresca vergene doncella Priomo fior, rosa novella Tutto'l mondo a te s'apella Nella bonor fosti
My dreams are cold and crawl with regret Black and white, there's still us shouting out We might not make it through This chapter covers time without
Le luci spente delle due di notte passa un barbone con le scarpe rotte la notte qui non e come a Milano o a Roma, pieno di casino fra quasi un ora arriva
1983 in the year of our lord The Camero's kickin' The photograph it melts in his hand He's going faster Age 18 with the cute blonde curls The devil's
