up Tear it up (Come on, tear it up, nigga) Tear it up (Come on, tear it up, nigga) Tear it up (Come on, tear it up, nigga) We could tear this mo'fucking
Übersetzung: Magic. Tear It Up.
] Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) Tear it up (come on, tear it up nigga) We could tear this mo'fucking
every woman From every land to her temple of Diana (it?s true) She?s regarded as a sacred goddess (sacred goddess) One of the, seven wonders of the world (of the world) It
Chorus: It was real...It was magic It was calm...It was savage It was cool as a breeze It was warm to the touch It was never enough It was always too
tears The moon is milk and the sky where it's split Is magic, and we all need to believe, that we can Wake up in the dream, it's not as hard as it
: Tonight I'll dream a girl called home And wake up in tears All on my own With the sun coming up And my head against stone Balcony dressed and drawn
to apathy So overcome with pointless tears To test pain receptors Nothing matters ever here Put up a nonreaction These eyes will never see Covered up
hand And it feels so small and helpless As my fingers fold around it like a glove I just can't help believin' When she's whispering her magic And her tears
: Hey, good morning Hey, it's calling Hey, good morning Watch the sun come up It's calling I want another day with you How can I explain it scratchin
fucked up here? We got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obsticles, it's hard to make it nowadays Watch the Devil in it, some say it's our fault If that
: Dewdrops and tears Bewitched love The sun is rising Come, stay awake Breath it's magic Remember happyness Make the world go round Like an adventure
hit ya cell phone I left you a message, it went like this, "I love you, mmmuah!" I guess it's my luck, I goes to the Magic Damn, ain't that his truck?
fight bodies outside here Police best bet come with the riot gear Soldiers down to die here Move to America Dollar and a dream and a donor picture, tear it up
havoc on the masses Politics, religion soaked up with lies See what we do ? It?s madness I Paint A New World Colours of magic are brightenin? Paint A
you're really 'something' just like in george's song your magic is gunned down so partner, you just hopalong and all your excuses, your sniffles and sorries are blatantly crocodile tears
back now And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy Us, we're just clowns We just work for the Ringmaster With the wave of his magic wand I step forward
