's too many reasons to change And when did you decide when I'd gone? And when did you decide to break down When I'd gone? Your wrath has been unchained
HAVE CHANGED THERE'S TOO MANY REASONS TO CHANGE AND WHEN DID YOU DECIDE WHEN ID GONE? AND WHEN DID YOU DECIDE TO BREAKDOWN WHEN ID GONE? YOUR WRATH
Übersetzung: Paradise Lost. Gone.
SEASONS HAVE CHANGED THERE'S TOO MANY REASONS TO CHANGE AND WHEN DID YOU DECIDE WHEN ID GONE? AND WHEN DID YOU DECIDE TO BREAKDOWN WHEN ID GONE? YOUR
a man Let me tell you while I can The soda pop came free Hey Sis, one kiss, and I was heaven bound Now who would have guessed Milton's paradise lost
: Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems
face in a thousand masqueraders You're hidden in the colors of a million other lost charades In life's big parade I'm the loneliest spectator Cuz you're gone
sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on, And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone. Jane moves
away But innocence was lost long ago The morning will come no more Our dreams are all gone Midnight has come to stay Darkness has fallen in paradise
me die and wake up blind As the gleaming blade before me, singing lullabies of loss Whispering "Death is your redeemer to the Paradise you've lost" Mankind
felt so young before There was so much life in me Still I longed to search for more But those days are gone now Changed like a leaf on a tree Blown
found. We can learn from the past [05:13] But those days are gone In my frail, virgin mind [05:38] Words have lost my way I have to seize the day To
: It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield On your old block Sometimes the magic
a luxury? A temporary scene? But what have we got when it's gone away? And we need to come to see What the earth should be A sanctuary free A renewed paradise
great writers of a brand new age The future was ours to protect or profane A paradise lost, a paradise gained Now tell me, is paradise here, After two
time Paradise comes When blood flows Like wine [2] Martyrs made of steel Longing for God to reveal Outremer deadly holy ground Lives are lost, celestial
