dark You say now you want to stay Put on your clothes I think you should go away I can lose my way on the shortest of journeys Keep it in the dark
Übersetzung: Magazin. In The Dark.
without parent or certified adult guardian." "They'll fry your brain. They're sick as hell!" "Jolly good fun." "You'll die dancin'!" "Dark, gliding shapes
, currency chasin Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark
: [Originally by Rihanna] You had my heart and we'll never be world apart Maybe in magazines but you'll still be my star Baby cause in the dark You
hole in my soul. For you it's goodbye and for me it's to cry, for whom the bell tolls. (oh baby) I've seen you in a magazine, a picture at a party
born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark
later in a magazine I finally figured what it means To be a saint, not a queen Two lustful lovers catch a spark And chase their shadows in the dark
You have my heart And we'll never be worlds apart May be in magazines But you'll still be my star Baby cause in the dark You can't see shiny cars And
transformer, like I'm a transformer, Smoke brake ends out looking like a shadow, 550 Benzo you ain't on my level. Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle, Magazine
my dear, You're looking tired tonight Your bath is drawn, let me loosen your tie And fix you your usual drink" He settles back Takes a magazine Kicks
on a suckas life And if I did, it'd be a jacknife I'm out to kill a clone Nigga be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on In my darkest hour,
than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines. Widow or a divorcee? Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend. We do it in the dark with smiles on
: Welcome to the dark carnival.... Violent J....Shaggy 2 Dope.... The Insane Clown Posse.... We'll live forever...Live forever... Come join us....Carnival
flashin' I hide behind dark sunglasses Everyone wants to take a shot Cuz nobody has what I got Steppin out on the scene Living life in a magazine A million
later in a magazine I finally figured what it means To be a saint, not a queen Two lustful lovers catch a spark And chase their shadows in the dark Someone
of albums I did sell I've done what many only dream of It's been sheer heaven mixed with just a little hell I've seen my face on the covers of the magazines
: I, play the game 'til I'm dead, Or on a magazine. I wanna look like I'm dead, Dancing on strings. I eat the food when it's there, Make a mess of things