Stoty u? restorano baro Stovejo miesto pa?iba Ir kviete lyg bites nektaro Barmeno Beno ?ypsena Gra?uolio usai kaip husaro Merginu alpdavo pulkai O Benas
settle for the journey sail across the seven seas carried by the spirit of the brave join the New Allegiance now and pledge your sacred heart a history
Trembling Starry eyed As you put your hand in mine... It was twilight On the Fourth of July Sparkling colors were Strewn across the sky And we sat close
Look at my soldier boy now With that big gun in your little hand As you patrol this foreign land Hear the mine that clicks beneath your feet Now do
I wanna patrol your innocent mind, it's only a dream It'd be just like the old days I know and I feel in the value of sound How can we still, tear each
Listen to the lyrics we are the one's prophesied to return My main concern is for all of you to learn How to live, yes through the lyrics I give and send
(Herbert Vianna) Desce dai garoto Senao atiro em voce Porque 'ce nao mostra que e homem Porque 'ce nao tenta correr Qual e seu guarda Que papo careta
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Dear one I hope you are somewhere, where you are save Where you feel protected, where you can find peace I want to let you know that I miss you Because
Cuarto Nivel-Randy Zion y Jowell Presten atencion (presten atencion) Gatitas Presten atencion (presten atencion) Gatitas Presten atencion Cada cual
Like you I've been hurt, seen my face in the dirt, but I never reacted like you The last time we met, you seemed so upset, when you left town you did
I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's
Firstly, you begin Secondly, you continue Thirdly, you end Fourthly,
Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones Shyeah Keep ya eyes open For them jackers, baby It's goin' down Even though the laws patrollin' Them
Alone with the morning burning red in the canvas in my head Painting a picture of you and me driving across country In a dusty old RV, just the road and
On the fourth floor of the building In a shallow window box She's digging in the soil with a silver spoon Her hands inside rubber gloves Planting seeds
Es ist bei uns wieder mal soweit Nur ein kurzer Weg bis zum 4. Reich Linke Zeitungen vom Staat zensiert Faschistenorgane werden toleriert Journalisten
4.16 a.m. All the small things grow 1000 times I was murdered by beauty
