dernier bal Ma derniere viree Demain dans l' journal Y'aura mon portrait. C'est mon dernier bal Ma derniere viree Demain dans l' journal Y'aura mon portrait. C'est mon dernier
Virgin wrists, and razor blades Dressed for the masquerade Hit the floor for their last dance Cause they won't get a second chance Mutilation, celebration
It feels like someone is following my every footstep around every corner, And there are times when I know I've felt someone else with me. I swear I've
I've been thinking about the way you hold me lately On a bus, my head, near Missouri All the things we done, don't matter much if at all It's over now
E come avere ancora Bisogno di ascoltare Ma e muta cenere tra noi Tra di noi Dimmi se Fara male ci sara del sangue Dimmi se Fara male ci sara del sangue
Traduction: Joe Budden. Dernière Real Nigga Gauche.
: In the town of Milton one Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again, Bought a three
: It feels like someone is following my every footstep around every corner, And there are times when I know I've felt someone else with me. I swear
In the town of Milton one Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again, Bought a three decker
: E come avere ancora Bisogno di ascoltare Ma e muta cenere tra noi Tra di noi Dimmi se Fara male ci sara del sangue Dimmi se Fara male ci sara del
Это война Где никто не спасется Те, кто доживет до утра Завтра, сгорят на кострах /выйди сам Это война Никто из них не знает, Что за игра Их ждет и поздно
