pictures With newspaper clippings Contemplating conspiracy theories All around, listen well I?ve got some blackmail, I?ll never tell Hope that I don?t get
Übersetzung: Far-Less. Everyone Is Out To Get Us.
Now that your cover?s blown Who will be next to go? I dig the tunes and all but the fashion is killing all the fun There is no better way to isolate
m painting pictures with newspaper clippings. Contemplating conspiracy theories, All around. Listen well, I?ve got some blackmail, I?ll never tell. Hope that I don?t get
sound is begging you to come inside. The music makes you feel so alive. On every weekend, they come out at night. Who wants to join us in the rock and
misses goodbye, Yea, Yea (Yea, Yea) The day the world was ending One said ?a silver lining? Next said ?the sky is going to suffocate us? Act like the world is
I?ll try to find my inspiration in this beautiful day. Since there is nothing else worth watching on my t.v. Everyday I wake up but there?s somewhere
? I saw the ships of fire. I don?t know if We can wait This is a celebration For the end or The beginning. In a way, Outer space is making me want to
And I?ve been laughing far too long. You?ve got to know your limitations. You?re spinning out of control (go on and never let go) You?re spinning out
passed since last that you we?re gone. And after I began to think I took a walk down to the creek. If I built a house for us to live Could you rest your
done is to be loved by you. Convince yourself that our only help is to be love. She says love is like being on a team. If we can get through this we?
earth is shaking We?ll dance, we?ll dance the night away Throw the chairs in the fireplace Toss out reaction Toss out the truth Everything they do Slowly killing you Toss out
Me P Diddy: People Dying People Crying Lord help us Bono: Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani: Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far
Lord help us Bono (U2): Mother, mother, There's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani (No Doubt): Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far too many of
behind us OH, NO! The miles are never far enough OH, NO! The miles are never far enough We thought we'd found us a goldmine But this place is
P. Diddy: People Dying People Crying Lord help us Bono: Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Gwen Stefani: Oh, brother, brother, brother There's far