the skyline tonight is burning my skin but she loves the view and feeling the blinding blue lights are pulling us in light years away her touch stays
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. Light Years Away.
The skyline tonight is burning my skin But she loves the view and feeling. The blinding blue lights are pulling us in, Light-years away her touch stays
Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina Maggie?s been a waitress here most all her life Thirty years
: Several years ago In a foreign town Far away from home I met the Count of Tuscany A young eccentric man Bred from royal blood Took me for a ride Across
I feel Not sure I understand his questioning He says I've been away a while But thinks he has cured me From a state of catatonic sleep For 30 years
me dry my tears? Help me roll away the years Then perhaps I will forgive you And the hurt will disappear But in a fit of blind arrogance You stood up and walked away
we not that safe? I heard a story about this woman yesterday A twenty-seven year old teacher of fifth grade A kid brought a gun to school and took her life away
days thought he was jailin You get close , look at his hands That's the same kid that cut his wrists , talkin bout the cuffs did it He ran away , frontin
brink of your vision Eternal youth is A landscape of the lie The cracks of my skin can prove As the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire
brink of your vision Eternal youth is the landscape of a lie The cracks of my skin can prove as the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire
A voice from deep inside said, you got to be insane, Everyone knows how this old story goes, So I got in that taxi and drank my conscience away If you
heroes go ?...Carrying the first necklace of death... His preaching the belief of eternal Happiness to rest. Or were his angels just UFOs vapor trails lead from another light year
anything about it, except for a few people, and the things are, the grosvenor square marches in london. The end product of it was just newspaper stories
just beats for local acts just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans or something
and see it, and be nobody else! Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light. In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aiiight. One year later, the Tribe
