: Le cose che porto dentro Sanno di erba e di colore Le cose che tengo dentro Sono passione e ore senza contare Non e facile ritornare Non e facile
besser(WEEEG) also sucht ein (VERSTEEECK) bevor dich das Blut quaelt (BEFLEEECKT) denn ihr redet hinter Zeilen oder Josen dem so wollte euch Beklagen mach ne Reise nach
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black coffee cup reflection i've seen this look in my eyes on others peoples faces that i said i never wanted to be like there's just too much to live
Funny how everything changes for me Memories take me away Each time I open the door to my room Where I must stay in all day I don't want to be here,
Me and Dirk took a little trip Across the sea on a big air ship Riley Baugus came along Helped us play our banjo songs Prettiest place that I've
Me and Dirk took a little trip Across the sea on a big air ship Riley Baugus came along Helped us play our banjo songs Prettiest place that I've ever
I'm a traveling man made a lot of stops, all over the world But in every part, i own the heart of at least one lovely girl. I have a pretty senorita
I love this fucking country And she loved me more than I could imagine So I waited till she slept then I stepped into traffic Pan away from the backyard
After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After
I walk my way, just like I should Have to go, but I would stay if I could My boat of life has sailed for many years Some fell aboard and we brought them
That nigga pussy doin' pig Latin He can't come to the hood Might kill him off, top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggas I think his rebels
These sentences slip past these ghost town images of my sundays. indecisive, this was the car accident. coiled in lost perspective to horrid tales of
I don't know why, there's an open flame Burnin' in the game, it's me you blame I can't deny, it was a crime If you would let me try, maybe you'd change
The day won't open it's eyes The heavens above must be sick I'm stood at the windows since five All decked out for the trip Hey hey I'm dying to meet
If you find hard times and troubles on the rock road ahead If you find nothing but sorrow everytwhere you lay your head No you won't fnd me a stranger
Come Home She makes a promise Asks for love She needs to know that there is still a God above When the rain comes down She'll still be burning Her sense
Le cose che porto dentro Sanno di erba e di colore Le cose che tengo dentro Sono passione e ore senza contare Non e facile ritornare Non e facile sapersi
