Well, you know everything's gonna be a breeze at the end we'll no doubt just slips by the means we can fix any problem with the slightest ease (yes please
Maybe I'm a Lion
Album: The Black Mages II ~The Skies Above~ Composition: Nobuo Uematsu Arrangement: Kenichiro Fukui Lyrics: Alexander O. Smith Vocals: Mr. Goo English
SUKARUMIRUYOONE! Hushururu Hushururu dokugasu huhaishuu makichirasu Zonbi Zonbi teshitawa mina doro doro Hashi kara tenraku bakkuattaku misebatoku niwa
Go now, if you want it, Another world awaits you. Don't you give up on it, You bite the hand that feeds you. All alone, cold fields you wander, Memories
[Canibus] Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus Yo I grab Mics bust the raw Take flight adjust the Yaw Break your bicuspid with your own jaw Metaphors started menopause
We are three high kings in honor. We are the midst of Dagda's spell - We are three armored forces, and We are the gold-torqued leaders. Three wild horsemen
Now you think you know what to do And things are coming back to you Don't tell me it's hard to see It'll work out right Don't tell me it's hard to see
In the morning I'd awake and I couldn't remember What is love and what is hate? The calculations error Oh, oh, oh, what is love and what is hate? And
Educated with money He's well dressed and funny And not to say in most conversations But he'll cast the spell in all situations 'Cause he survived
THE TWO MAGICIANS The lady sits at her own front door As straight as a willow wand And by there come a lusty smith With his hammer in his hand Crying
She looked out of the window as white as any milk And he looked in at the window as black as any silk Hello, hello, hello, hello, you coal blacksmith
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Maga Maghella, Maga Maghella Se ti va brutta, Se ti va bella Nel tuo futuro leggera Maga Maghella Maga Maga Con la bacchetta Maga Maghella Dal
Un, deux, trois, t'en fait pas tout iras bien Blotti toi, dans mes bras, tout iras bien La musique, c'est magique c'est le feu, dans le froid
(feat. Canibus) [Canibus] Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus Yo I grab Mics bust the raw Take flight adjust the Yaw Break your bicuspid with your own jaw Metaphors
Je suis emportee Par les milliers d'images D'un livre dore Je vois un grand mage Du Moyen-Age Qu'ils ont oublie Il voit dans son miroir Notre belle histoire
