on to what is gone What's left of me? Walk, fall Stand again so I can Walk, fall Stand again so I can Walk, fall Stand again so I can fall I stand
what is gone What's left of me?! Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can FALL!!! I
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. Falling Down.
on to what is gone What's left of me?! Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can Walk! Fall! Stand again so I can FALL
London town Seasons snow was falling on the ground All the friends and family Here on Christmas Eve Gather round to dress The Christmas tree But daddy's down
down and dirty Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me Let's get ready for war Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless So,
the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story
cross over his lips and my life falls apart And giving to ourselves and suffer and falling from high And goind down and going down on the tile Et tant
: [Chorus] [Verse 1:] I know that everything that goes up, must come down That everybody with luck, must run out Ya, so now I'm contemplating, like '
these rags to use There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall Mamma sewed the
fight That I asked you to come in But you brought me tumbling down And the walls came caving in Won't you help me dry my tears? Help me roll away the years
your lost naivete Weather the storm and don?t look Back on last November When your banners were burning down Gloria, viva la Gloria Send me your amnesty down
taking when you REPEAT CHORUS 'frankly, I'm just about sick to death of it. There's no corruption story. I'm not going to step down, I'm not going to
with your afrobatic, player hatin' tatics tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin' I've been corporatin' to this music over these years Y'all will fall
crop circle, I come to know people Under moon rays, lightin' up my new ways The new lays, they mow em down in 2 days A hundred years from now we'll pay
this hell on the earth the dark clouds have silver linings Until the lightning strikes down upon the unrighteous and frightening The non-believers like eighty year
