, which soon doth pass, destined to die Houses of clay, doomed to decay, foundations of earth Men come from dust, and to the dust, in death all return
Перевод: Верующий. To Dust.
grass, which soon doth pass, destined to die Houses of clay, doomed to decay, foundations of earth Men come from dust, and to the dust, in death all return
All hailstorms in to die for my sins Why am I accursed and not believing Death to damnation both forced arrest Enforced interrogation duress fire question
Mourning now our hope is burning in the fire. Deceiver, Deceiver. You never were a great achiever. This is a joke. I hope you choke, non believer. [Chorus
breathe in the city Got dust in my lungs I get mad in the country Everythin' seem to go wrong You might think I'm playin' around But my heart is true I got reason to believe
believe, I believe I believe, I believe Yes, I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom I believe, I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend
(robert johnson) I'm getting up soon, in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom I'm getting up soon in the morning, baby, I believe I'll dust my broom
but never know everything Still blessings we've received And it's sad to say I really don't know a thing It's the lies you shouldn't believe Smell the
I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories There is no such thing as faith And trust and pixie dust I try but it's so hard to believe
magic Glide through your life A sprinkle of pixie dust Circles the night You can fly Fly to who you are Climb upon your star When you believe You'll
and let them believe Float above the mountain top Watch the fireflies light up the night There is one everywhere you turn So please believe in me, ohh 'Cause I believe
I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories There is no such thing as faith And trust and pixie dust I try But it's so hard to believe
Atlanta cockin' hammers Bandannas on car antennas No, we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these niggas fingaz Gucci's armed and dangerous Cocaine, codeine and angel dust
you don?t believe it look into your heart The beat goes on I?m tellin? you things get better through whatever If you fall, dust it off, don?t let up
still push on Though, Oh Jesse McCartney: Sometimes You want to run away Ain't got the patience For the pain And if you Don't believe it Look
finds a way To still push on Though, Oh Jesse McCartney: Sometimes You want to run away Ain't got the patience For the pain And if you Don't believe
