I can dream once again... Where the love never ends 'Cause you're right here When I think of you When I think of you When I think of you
once again... Where the love never ends 'cause you're right here When I think of you When I think of you When I think of you
once again... Where the love never ends 'Cause you're right here When I think of you When I think of you When I think of you
Übersetzung: Reise. Wenn ich an dich denken.
this is a little to controversial, and I don`t think.. erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch yourself, he is kind of smart, you know
Mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell Cause when you gettin some riches Watch for dumb bitches They have you labeled a rapist before you
thing that we still have to say Setting the seen for you and me I want you to know that I want you Setting the seen so you will see everything's here
I'm with you all along... *The olde village lanterne Is calling me onward Leading wherever I roam The olde village lanterne A light in the dark Bringing me closer to home... So when you think
to jack me Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these
you I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) I'ma tell you one time (girl I love, girl I love you) You look so deep You know that
bed I spend a third of my life in studios instead Okay, I got somethin here, I like how it's soundin Couple ideas, so I write it down when (Class, what
When all I want to do is cry Who would ever know I felt so sad Even though I get so high I know that I will never fly And when I fall out of the sky
From the album "A Night At The Opera" - 1974] So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh,
of my journey, and I'm never as young as I want to be. I'll think I'll never worry if I fly fly fly. I'll just fly. When things are moving so fast you
you thief! I'll scuffle your knob with me dardle! You cheat me because I'm in grief Ah, but soon I'll be molish and muddle - - And leave you your claret
