leave yourself behind To bury your name, to fade across the line To breathe again, to fade across the line I am the only way out, one step into the door I am
Übersetzung: Day Of Fire. I Am The Door.
leave yourself behind To bury your name To fade and cross the line To breathe again To fade and cross the line I am the only way out One step into the door I am
, he's naturally moving slow I see him at the corner bar, am I dreamin' Surrounded by friends, it's got to end, I need to know Am I just a night of lust
make it out the game I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my
I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'
open, the Greek comes down And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write. "Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says, Carefully removes his fez, "Am I
: (Magdalena Tul - Poland) I am. I am? I am in your word, thought, every gesture I am like water, earth, fire and air I am? in my shoulders you are
as seeding machines But something it stops you from finding the door I have to admit it, girls frustrate me more! Well, hey there Slimey, I think I
I could've told you That I loved you and stayed Around to kindle the fire But I was late. on my return And now you've lost all faith And I am the liar
but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang? Do I bang, do I slang, do I let my motherfuckin' nuts hang? But do you care I got stabbed
and I got to do for you and I [Cee-Lo] I don't recall, ever graduatin at all Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all Every day, I just lay
so frozen Rock'N'Rollin [x2] I'm a rollin stone with my Guns'N'Roses [MIMS:] I am like the Eagles I am like the Beatles If music is the heroin then I am
night, And I feel no pain Metal heart and a metal brain, But something is wrong 'cause I still feel that signal coming in so I stand at your door, I guess I
knew so now its on like that black I love to hit the Chronic and I'm bombed off contact I'm with the skirts gettin love now should I fire it up (man
sale me and my kind use i ain't well things they try then die jail gonna be fast when the high speeds are a finished scheme our hope i don't see riots this day
and I started to fantasize How many more might try to rush the door And blast their way in, hell, I ain't stayin' I opened the back door and felt the
Felt like my label hidin' me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of
