the shot of two Twenty-four hours in June Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow
in the shot of two Twenty-four hours in June Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow
the web but I cut the threads Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web, no mercy is shed Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web,
own anthem Tomorrow never comes We?re living for tonight Tomorrow never comes Tonight we rule the night Tomorrow never comes The kiss of death for life
die Today love of women and children's laugh Tomorrow blood, fight and Death Today each of us drink to our dead brothers And those who will survive tomorrow
Перевод: Death Cab For Cutie. Завтра.
highest wind will will dance as I meet my god Memories dreams and reflections, passionless feelings of mine peeling my sobriety, leaving me to die Hereafter can death
the web - but I cut the threads Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web - no mercy is shed Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the
Jesus is my savior and satan must die This is the end ready for death Reaper is near pity the damned Lucifer's lust has got out of hand Let's fuck him
A ghastly whisper runs through my spine a glimpse of tomorrow A sigh of sorrow a sigh of death These tears are made for me to shed I shiver, I died
in the web - but I cut the threads Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web - no mercy is shed Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in
freed. When Death Calls – This is the hours of dying When Death Calls – The spirit of man cannot be freed When Death Calls – There's no tomorrow When Death
the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psyche! Eminem: If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you
on the owner's table (here listen!) Lesson four: 'know you heard this before' Hey let me get your number; I'll call you tomorrow, for sure! Don't act
world get ya Kinda suspicious Swearing one day you might leave me For someone that's richer Twist the cap off the bottle I take a sip and see tomorrow
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule, death
askin' God, what my baby dunn did now? Im takin' everythang, jewellry i want it all Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
You sent for me I was knock knock knocking on death's door You ignore, adore, a rebours me You leave me washed up begging for more If you really cared
