Oh no) Oh lately it's so quiet in this place You're not 'round every corner (oh no) Oh lately it's so quiet in this place So darlin' if your not here
Перевод: Лиза Ekdahl. Его О So Quiet.
Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta.. BREATHE Then you gotta.. Then you gotta.. BREATHE Oh* BREATHE BREATHE Oh* BREATHE BREATHE BREATHE Oh
'm so sorry how could I hide you anymore But if I keep quiet They'll never see I'm different Chorus: Jesus, Jesus how why is your name so offensive Why are we so
what seems easy quick and painless Man, so I’ll get down to business I choose you first, there’s a gun, its at your head So laugh at me just one more
brushed her hands upon my flushed cheek Smelled of childhood remnants of a dusty weeping willow Clouds soothe, Shredded by the calico Were oh so vast
me so, Baby I know that you're cool with rocking with me, But I can't have you telling everybody, You got me all twisted with your lips like this, So
I have to go begging in beautys disguise. Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night, My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night. I am so
not know what's got you Oh so you're sorry now All is not well, it's not ended Hold your breath til its over There's something left underwater You've been quiet
That we?re living on the tracks I hear the train Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm And the wind it has been blowin' Its been blowin' so strong They're afraid to raise the flag '
" So we inched ahead in line Movin' painfully slow I got a little bored So I turned on the radio Click, turned it off Because my wife was getting a headache So
Its mandatory to leave these niggas bleedin' And you could neva hate against Bone You wrong, you know we brung it on so strong We get 'em, split 'em
the car gotta lean back See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse Younger than most of you niggas so what? you die you
quiet. Me and my nigga tyga, patron got us wildin Stereophone cup, throwing money in my clubs, oh you mad becuz I'm stylin. Crush diamonds on my amuelet Its
of our hello's and our hi's And everything is made of dust From the backs of the comets to the little street mice The city takes so long to get quiet
a low of words 'cause the cat Got your tongue with the gat, got your mouth wide open So who wanna, "Oh you think your The Don?" That ain't so, now this
you believe it?) Throw our clothes in the kitchen and in the garage. All this love is waitin for you like im Eldbarge. See my dick stay hard. (Oh) And its