salida de voz cuando se descontrola margen de perfeccion en ecuaciones matematicas el eslabon perdido del que habla Dianetica (Coro) I am the chosen
arguing for sport here, and itching for a fight, We're obsessed with your presence, Yet repulsed by your sight. God loves the city's chosen few congrats
but the sun will rise The day of the golden dome So say your prayer and dry your eyes Remember you're the chosen one Remember you're the chosen one
to you Know my voice, I'll never leave you For I have loved you since before the sands of time were made I love you still and always will. You're chosen
"According To Plan" Hang on the falling edge of the reason Everyone is upside-down and inside-out Your bed is missing, the keys are gone. In a perfect
A fire swept through Everyone rushed for the door Boards were used to carry the impaired The rescuers had withdrawn The building is virtually black now
a moving stream it's time to go torn apart once again disturb and resolve the memories of you wearing down that we're through moving in circles watching
I tried to work up The nerve to say I didn't think It happened this way How could I know? Imagine what matters the most Getting by to spite you I know
"Last Ride Together" When you carry yourself through the room Youthful... to drag no broom, We smoked the last cigarette I closed my eyes and took in
when you're going out when i'm staying in keep your head above head above water you could start again keep your head above we don't want each other we
so arrogant your worst is the best it's so easy to make a fucked-up mistake and walk away just like it was or move away miles between us if i ever forget
There's no reason to stay And there's nothing to say It's been over, we've been through For so long, for so long And I don't understand Why you take
"Lights" If all you really ask every turn is a little faced, Suit yourself, though or I'll go down agitated and anxious, Waste the entire day? try to
we're all affected by the process by which our identities and realities are conditioned and manufactured and I have chosen my side Yeah, I have chosen
, you evoke the dark Erase the free will watch me heal Amused by the trials and. Tribulations If i survive I fly from here But as the chosen pessimist
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brighter than the sun Your beauty equaled by non You are Allah Chosen One aIaI IiN Ia? Caaa Oao?C Uai NO?a Caaa CaIEiE CaaOOYi Peace be upon The Messenger The Chosen