you have left your hole Your mind is still facing walls The circle is touching ends I'm not here to be your friend Solutions easy come my friend Show
Перевод: Загробный мир. Здесь не быть твоим другом.
have left your hole Your mind is still facing walls The circle is touching ends I'm not here to be your friend Solutions easy come my friend Show us
friends So you've been a guest in your own home It's time to make your house your own, pick up your phone, come on I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell
they want to be stars Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye And if you see your cloning on a street walking by Keep a running for your life
in love but we've been living as friends so you've been a guest in your own home it's time to make your house your home pick up your phone, come on [
. (Ooooooooh) It's something deeper it's something to defend So lets pretend that the end is not coming yet. Time is not running get into the shadows and we can be friends
I hear Bronx New York Get on the telephone Call 50 of your friends Tell all your friends who need some help Doctor Williams comin' to the Bronx New York
been there myself, ok, now, your pain is my pain, alright? And I feel your pain, And I wanna be your friend, just me and you Friends." I dream about
But deliver us from commercialism For Prine is the kingdom The power of the story Forever be clever A minor? So hey everybody the time is near The Folk revival's coming here
a twist. [LUCINDA] Who will be there?... [CINDERELLA] Mother said be good, Father siad be nice, That was always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella
no silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not
Kingdom come come kingdom go That you may carve upon my grave stone When confined in a six walled box I will no longer hear the clocks Indifferenty ticking
All your friends are here." When can I meet them? "After you've eaten" I'm not hungry "O, we meant beaten" Silver stream, silvery scream, Impossible concentration Here come
where niggas be fresh and they love them pressin And call ya floss, be the one you be left and Why'd need a weapon, to come ??? If its not a credit card
