those worries about all those dreams All those nights when I screamed Captured in security, a babbling brook Let's drop a bomb and act like fools But a
Traduction: The Gathering. Sur une vague.
worries about all those dreams All those nights when I screamed Captured in security, a babbling brook Let's drop a bomb and act like fools But a true
always love him Lost up in the mountains The sun set on The Ocean Gathering shells and beach glass Dancing with the rolling waves It gives her
night I was dreaming wide awake The early morning light shine on me A sorry state My heart has told me so And the storm clouds gather overhead No shelter we can share Lie down on
The way you break yo' back, and I break yo' neck, and the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on!) Come on (Come on!) Oh yeah Tell me where
girl, the nation, his whole generation And I'll even give myself a rock sensation Cause I never had a fight when I'm on the mic I beat a bum like him
the underground dine n' dash Fuck that put ya ass on the table Thoroughbred bitch get fed in the stable Back room look gather 'round real quick Bitches sucking dick like carrots on a
dine n' dash Fuck that put ya ass on the table Thoroughbred bitch get fed in the stable Back room look gather 'round real quick Bitches sucking dick like carrots on a
chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor's son and he'd been on death row since 1958 The mayor's kid was a rowdy pig spit on Indians and lots
in your brain) we call upon the author to explain! now hang on! my freind Doug is tappung on the window (hey Doug, how you been??) brings me a book on
down Hand on my face kissin' the ground Enmity gauged united by fear 'Posed to endure what I could not forgive... I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved
down hand on my face kiss the ground enmity guaged knotted by fear 'posed to endure what I could not.. forgive I seemed to look away wounds in the mirror waved
They disembarked in 45 and no one spoke and no one smiled there were too many spaces in the line gathered at the centaph all agreed with the hand on heart
As I reach for a peach, slide a line down behind, a sofa in San Tropez breaking a stick with a brick on the sand riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
there's all the more reason for living or dying When you're young and your troubles are all very small Out here on the street We'd gather and meet And
