newsroom - they wouldn't dare to fake it Lasting forever through radioactive weather Do what you do - shake what it is Add'em up - yeah! 158 years
An empty bottle writes these letters from my soul. It says, I can't go on like this, it says, I can't go home again. When every ounce of me is screaming
Traduction: Guided By Voices. 158 Years Of beau sexe.
Without some kind of suffering we are nothing, Without some kind of suffering we bring it on ourselves, Your world can seem to change like lightning
Perfection is defined when your heart beats next to mine, and time stands still for us. My hand in your hair, and yours on my chest. Moments with you
After all this, will there be another chance to experience The truer meaning of a word thats lost its place in society? And does no one understand
So hold me now beside your possessions with no value. And bring me up beside your life that goes on without you If I could just speak my mind we could
Well take a ride, just us alone Well find our answers on the road The keys to my car are sitting on the table. It wont be you and me no more Well finally
Thanks for giving me the chance to be The one and only thing that makes me believe So dont waste your time on me I wont give you room to breathe Desperate
Well Im cracking up, looking at things. The pieces I have to remember and it cant be gone (gone for good) you have to understand, at least you should
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