I see it in my dreams At night with the cold wind blowing At night with the cold wind blowing outside Gone the dream, it's all faded now Gone the dream
in time when it will come At night with the cold wind blowing At night with the cold wind blowing outside Gone the dream, it's all faded now Gone the dream
Traduction: Ash. Gone The Dream.
Late in time when it will come At night with the cold wind blowing At night with the cold wind blowing outside Gone the dream, it's all faded now Gone the dream
columns came crashing down faster that children could outrun the shadows drunk with hysteria the survivors are running for their lives as precious dreams
' me The choices I made were mine And I don't mind I rise to the top like cream Like the Phoenix from the blunt ash Realizin' my dreams Kissin' the pacific
' me The choices i made were mine And i don't mind I rise to the top like cream Like the phoenix from the blunt ash Realizin' my dreams Kissin' the pacific
inside we cart ,we scratched ,we ran, we slashed and when we opened up at last found a cul-de-sac deep and black smoke and ash deep and black smoke and ash
baby momma I will pay to get her nose fixed her breast too A B C D E F you I'm special the best and you are errthing that's left of that I'm gone take
brain cell floats away I've had enough, please wake me up ...if I'm dreaming Half these friends, fading fast, burning out, into ash Where you wanna
lyin' cryin' in the mist Mornin' light slips in siftin' through the darkness Like a mornin' wife reminisce Having visions of her long gone prince Memory
dreamer born is a hero bred on earth and up in heaven And Lord help the fool who said You'd better quit while you're ahead A dreamer born is a hero bred
Gone' [D-Boi and New Shady Version] D-Boi featuring New Shady and EMINEM [Intro-D-Boi and New Shady] Yo this is D-Boi and this song goes out to Ash
They tried to catch a falling star Thinking that she had gone too far She did but kept it hidden well Until she cracked and then she fell If all the
blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution is still hanging in the air and there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine
no more haven than home. Let's flood the floors, come tomorrow we'll all be gone. I always dreamed but never would've thought that five of us sifting through the ash
holiday Another brain cell floats away I've had enough Please wake me up if I'm dreaming Half these friends fading fast Burning out into ash Where you
our mission, like I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham. Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, on the run and this ain't no dream. REPEAT CHORUS
