day All for unseen grace Sticks and stones May break my bones Your words they surely kill (meant to be broke down) Surely kill Your words are breaking
day all for unseen grace Sticks and stones may break my bones your words they surely kill (meant to be broke down) surely kill your words are breaking
Traduction: Entre les arbres. Mots.
While bullets shower the earth We turn our heads and cover our faces Now flames devour the sky And i hear these words in the back of my Mind Chorus:
are young, and the old are old And there are no shades of gray in between There are no shades of gray in between There are no shades of gray in between
young are young and the old are old And there are no shades of gray in between There are no shades of gray in between There are no shades of gray in between
, her words were beginning to roll Hush your mouth, you can't fool the natives telegraph, they's going to relay it, oh no Les nouveaux riches, when they tres
scratch what you heard T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word on them streets be them Suave House beats In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between
caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees Chorus I caught that ill vibe Tip {word Bust?} yo yo word That ill vibe Tip {word Bust?} yo yo word
Our story begins on a sunday afternoon Just between halfway tree and spanish town Where a young boy Not yet the cock o? the walk that he would soon become
a war inside my head Years and years of Bloodshed and warfare Our mission was only to get in and kill A free vacation Of palm trees and shrapnel Trading
to see Yet i knew there must be more But those days are gone now [02:40] Changed like a leaf on a tree Blown away forever Into the cool autumn breeze
without a word It was then that I knew for sure I wasn't gonna hear a word from you And the road became the radio And we scowled at the beautiful trees
realities Up down at the curb Oh the noise between us, Now it can't be heard I'm listening to the wind I'm writing down the words Above the timberline
longer the fool for you, no puppet on a satin string No more excuses for nothing, no more words that I don't mean We were plantin' the same tree but
A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman With his stunning wife ETHELL, A tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain ETHELL was a tree