to do what we're told And on the twenty-third night Things ain?t bad but things ain?t right Are we falling or flying? Are we falling or flying? Are we living or
Taught us to do what we're told And on the 23rd night Things ain't bad but things ain't right Are we falling or flying Are we falling or flying Are we living or
Перевод: Анатомия Грей 3 Soundtrack. Грейс Поттер и Nocturnals - падения или Flying.
Перевод: Грейс Поттер. Падение или летать.
fall leaves turn brown Nature sings its song takes its course Now I know I'll be traveling on Winter's coming the air is getting cold Birds are flying
responsibility to these kids Psyche! Eminem: If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter
, becomes reality As we breathe water and run through the sand Whispers and a scream, flying high, falling down And a face with no features or name
sound of pretenses Falling all around... all around Why are you so petrified of silence Here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines Or
high 'Cause I know you are right by my side Holding me when I'm feeling so small Saving me when I'm starting to fall I'm about to fall, but your standing
or die 'Cause I am falling I'm falling to pieces inside my mind without you I'm falling I'm falling to pieces inside my mind without you Falling... Falling
I will come for you You know we should be, we should be together, Because once we work we want to stop Not today or tomorrow Because once we work we want to stop Not today or
, ground under my feet I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete It's the Rule, get it right, or get it real hot A whole lotta shots sent flying
you at the top when only heaven’s right above it We onnnn ‘Cause we onnnn [Drake] Who else really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley G, bro Flying
you It's been two weeks 3 days, I'm not sleeping I had a dream you were flying this plane leaving I got a feeling it was real and I wasn't dreaming Is it me or
first time, are we gone Tomorrow My final breath, your final tear Shapes flying high The taste of pure incense I hold your shaking hands Or will holy