Поезда дороги Всё уложиться в ленту и порвётся в груди Какая ты? Какой я? Любишь меня? Уходи! Это жизнь Всё пройдёт Этажи... Ты бежишь по ступеням вверх
Quoting creeds of correctness cast in cannons of care convoluted compassion commiserating despair pin a ribbon on my heart for the ones who've gone before
Now I rest my head from Such an endless dreary time A time of hopes and happiness That had you on my mind Those days are gone and now it seems As if I
I’m not bad, I just sound that way. All the girls they like their presents, like their presents When boys wrap ‘em up in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, Doesn
On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore The traffic lights
I'm lying on my back now The stars look all too near Flowers on the razor wire I know you're here We are few And far between I was thinking about her
Вереница тусклых фонарей Шарит вниз по тротуару Сонными глазами Дождь шипит купаясь в серебре Время зачехлить гитары Раз уж пальцы замерзают Вычисляю
Есть такие дороги – назад не ведут. На чужом берегу я прилив стерегу. Паруса обманув, ветер стих навсегда, Плоским зеркалом стала морская вода. Обернуться
I'm not bad, I just sound that way All the girls they like their presents, like their presents When boys wrap 'em up in ribbons, ribbons, ribbons Doesn
Oh, so long befor this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Well, ribbon's in the sky for our love If
Met a girl in the parking lot And all I did was say hello Her pepper spray made it rather hard For me to walk her home But I guess that's the way it goes
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Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Rise above gonna start a war Whatcha want whatcha need whatcha come here for Well an eye for an eye and an F for fight Takin me down is a prisoners right
Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything
Now I understand upon myself Never want again in the way I said it I don't know what the plan is but you can share With me Cause I'll be listening ear
Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch
