pursue a different aim. Let the truth of love be lighted, Let the love of truth shine clear. Sensibility, armed with sense and liberty, With the Heart and Mind united in a
Перевод: Спешка. Сфера: Kind Of Dream.
lullaby What kind of dream is this? You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on!) Sweet dream or a
the perfect lullaby What kinda dream is this? You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (Turn the lights on) Sweet dream or a
addicted its a crisis my friends think i've gone crazy my judgement gettin kind of hazy my status is going to be affected if i keep it up like a love
, as one Every thought is a dream Rushing by in a stream Bringing life to the kingdom of doing Take a ride in the sky On our ship, fantasize All your dreams
Another rainy morning People rushing by My head is still in the clouds I dream with open eyes Suddenly out of nowhere She came into my life Like we know
Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most and you leave You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush And catch
make my dreams come true go down go down and make my dreams come true you can make my dreams come you can make my dreams come you can make my dreams
rains You?re the perfect lullaby What kinda dream is this? You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you Sweet dream or a
you were saying that you couldn't take it Yeah she said it was just too much Girl what you think this was a crush? Na, I wasn't even in a rush But the
Never a flaw A different kind of high Y'know, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance In the ladies' frame
they change Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga Remember how it was to be a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows (As a young nigga) He
like a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our
Starts by itself And talks all night The tokyo night, mysterious Waiting for the lights At a crossing You are always so kind Today again I'm a little
the moment with no mercy or desire Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream And now my mouth is burning crimson in a long and bloody dream
Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the south end of France Stepping out of a crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for
sphere: a kind of dream We can walk our road together If our goals are all the same We can run alone and free If we pursue a different aim Let the truth
