in love The things we're guilty of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming of These days we're dreaming
Übersetzung: Roses Are Red. These Days.
back together again These days we're dreaming of The ways we fell in love The things we're guilty of Still raining... Another day inside Why are you
the young black faces Whose death and blood consecrated these places Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side For you are my blessing, you are my pride
days shining through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days it?s true These are better
word to vince lombardi Word to marky mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light
: These walls around me and the days are long I fill my lungs with a widow's song I'm looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise I see my life before
time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler) Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of
seen the top, nigga [Chorus (2x):] Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered
be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the
young black faces Whose death and blood consecrated these places Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side For you are my blessing, you are my pride
days are shining through These are better days, baby These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days These are better days
Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler) Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin
By the shores of gitche gumee by the shining big- sea- water downward through the evening twilight in the days that are forgotten >from the land of
banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are
Some days I feel I'm standing on the end of a ledge Cos these pressures in the world are pushing me to my edge (yeah) Some days I wish I had no family
cheese head word to Vince Lombardi Word to Marky Mark leave a snitch departed All that blood like the Red Sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red