I push myself everyday, I push myself. I look to you everyday, I look to you. Now through this looking glass, it is time to set this right. Looking back
Übersetzung: For The Fallen Dreams. Through The Looking Glass.
: I push myself everyday, I push myself. I look to you everyday, I look to you. Now through this looking glass, it is time to set this right. Looking
: There?s a black-haired girl Sittin? behind the bullet-proof glass And she takes my money Before I go and pump some gas As the cold rain falls on the
you dream That's when you fly So here is a dream For just you and I We'll find the Sacred Heart Somewhere bleeding in the night Look to the light Got
deal is hazy And everyday's a daisy 'cause I'm on my toes While contemporaries of mine remaining comatose Tricky There's a looking glass she's looking through
Skateboard P make your face fall off Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok) Niggas come through and make your face fall off What the fuck
eyes and i slept for days praying not to awake, but these dreams can only last so long facing the day looking through these tears i'll always look back
[Pharrell] Skateboard P make your face fall off Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (ok) n-ggas come through and make your face fall off what
Many friends who gather 'round in hope to feel safe and sound We emphasize to make it clear our stumbling nations atmosphere While looking through the looking glass
the duffle so I?m running through them circles, boy I?m looking like Knuckles look at my knuckles, got the hook in ?cause niggas was looking I?ve tooken
hazy Life from day to dazey cos i'm on my toes Mickey i'm a 3dsey sign away glazey Tricky It's a looking glass she's looking through She hated me, but
you ain't neva seen a girl look so fly like You done rolled through some hoods, there's some girls that look good But, you ain't never seen a girl look
by the rain Beneath your window, but I saw you Putting on your face Before the mirror on the wall Dreaming that the looking glass was me Catching your fondest gazes Living through
the bottom looking up, I never thought I'd know the meaning of these words, or how it felt to hear them back. Every morning came with chards of glass
for food, will I die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks