true Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie Dreams are dreams will alas come true Skies
Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie. Dreams are dreams, Will alas come true Skies
Перевод: Всех Святых. Мечты.
the dream We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way to deep We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets She's a workin' single mom, like a Saint
nuthin but, gangstas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' [Verse 1: Chingy] Gangsta as a Cadillac DeVille wit fo's This for all my thundercats that
the though of knowing truth? Knowing truth? I was rapping in the rain hoping that my luck would change and if there's any truth to all those all sayings
Keep hiding All colors fading Desiring They're coming for me Back in the day I can recall that, My thoughts were unclouded and saint There was no black
sleeping on the White House lawn ain't never changed a thing Just look at all the washed out Hippie dreams And it's fallin' all around us Is this some
me, tell me, tell me a story I believe, oh I believe All things are possible on Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through
all my past mistakes and all my too little to lates 'cause in all honesty i used to be an authority on irony and remembering my broken dreams and everything
it all - You lost more It's all there in the fee Via hell incorporated (regeneration) Ist you love it then you hate it (you're such a saint) And now
and run in the race Saved a wretch like me you never let down I can see the dream I'll never let drowned I'm not a saint but hey I'm up above ground
m a little bit of everything all rolled into one Chorus: I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed
Lost Love Trees have dropped their leaves, Clouds their waters All this burden is killing me Distance is covering your way, Tears your memory All this
) Is a pretty woman next to me (Ginuwine: A pretty woman yeah baby) To share the dreams that I Believe (P. Diddy: Dream with me, believe in me) Maybe
prayers, wanton dust C hanting strangers, blood on their cheeks Haunt my dreams all covered in blood CHORUS Dance Dance on glass Saints and martyrs Dance Dance on glass Saints
