Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie. Dreams are dreams, Will alas come true Skies
true Here's not to what was me and you Here's not to all the days gone by And to the truth that lived a lie Dreams are dreams will alas come true Skies
Traduction: Tous les Saints. Dreams.
a whole different zone I ain't really from this place So I'm up all night long Really I'm in outterspace Really I ain't got no home Really I'm a saint
brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place So [? ] Really I'm in outterspace Really I ain't got no home Really I'm a saint
shadows Now, that's a waste of your pain Living your life like a saint When it don't, no, it don't even matter Even saints Make their mistakes Letting their dreams
a waist of your pain Living your life like a saint When it don't...no It don't even matter Even saints make their mistakes Letting their dreams fall and break All
You?re a dream, inception your my queen Wait babe let me paint that wall change the background take that off in your eyes I could see you a winner I know saints
representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside) All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, Northside, Eastside, Southside) All
daunting be our dreams If we fear not of anything Only love and revelry Between these walls Like the sunset that we mourn When our friends have all gone
Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint teenage dream to work with Ron Saint <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> home
from all unseen. Braided hands that reach for nothing but belief. CHANGED MEN, WILL CHANGE... HOPE LIVES UNLOST, GAIN STRENGTH AT ALL COSTS... ABSENT ARE THE SAINTS...ABSENT ARE THE SAINTS
'm a little bit of everything all roled into one Chorus I'm a Bitch I'm a Lover I'm a child I'm a Mother I'm a sinner I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed
could never take me high I forgive all my dreams that I couldn't really fly I forgive the thought that I couldn't stop thinking I forgive all the drinks
scents of saint augustine fire in the ground between my better teeth we're dancing on the poison in their graves at the end of the night we'd all seen