four I've lived through war and peace and war and war and war and war I could write a book about my past lives I should write a book about my past lives
Перевод: Слишком много радости. Мой прошлых жизней.
off of my chest, I gotta let it go today I was always too concerned about what everybody would think But I can?t live for everybody; I gotta live my
no one thought could be You brought some joy inside my tears You brought some joy inside my tears You brought some joy inside my tears You brought some joy inside my
that she will lend us And a love that we can borrow There is so much joy inside her She will even share her sorrow She's our past, our present And our
do it Could I stop my hand from shaking? Has there ever been a moment with so much to live for? The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways So much
the past we had way too much love and thats a fact it makes me sad but i gots to move on so i packed up my stuff grabbed my bong and wrote a song wondering
, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha. If you want my future forget my past, If you wanna get with me better make it fast, Now don't go wasting my
my tears I hadn't known 'til then how lost I was Enveloped in this mist of my design So much of me my muse had thus become That in my eyes no star was
old And your heart is breaking Don't hold on to the past Well that's too much to ask (Long and movie versions only:) (chorus) Live and learn Well the
my tears I hadn?t known ?til then how lost I was Enveloped in this mist of my design So much of me my muse had thus become That in my eyes no star was
my chest, I gotta let it go today. I was always too concerned about what everybody would think. But I can't live for everybody, I gotta live my life
is found one thousand seeds in the image of a tree one's spirit can move through all living things and everything is evolving just as it should much
, the secret word So what's the word? So what's the word? My, my, my, another lie Why, why, why, you got to lie? So what's the word? I spend too much
to say to you is 'Why no dinner?' I've got nothing on my plate. It's expected of a mate. Whyd 'ya have to make me wait? Where's my... MARY DEE This
