All of their laughter has drifted away Gone with the wind like yesterday's song Gone with the wind like yesterday's song Gone, gone with the wind, oh
Traduction: Great White. Gone With The Wind.
A great lord came walking through the forest one morning with a weapon in his hand; Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing, but killing was his plan
wanna fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around (Don't fuck around) Don't fuck with BILLY (No!) And don't fuck with ETHELL (You saw what
something About THE GREAT PLAN! How ULTIMATE BLANDNESS Must RULE and COMMAND He knows not a drop, Not a crumb, Not a whit, Of the reason for doing This
conversations Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions Part of the contamination of Mind State Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when
' music with my friends and I can't wait to get on the road again from a distance, the world looks blue and green and the snow capped mountains white
through his skin, into his heart and soul Suddenly, no more treesa?? Amery, to his great relief, Could see his way through stacks of hay, Through wind
Lands Valinor home of the Valar Eldamar the elven domain Without fear to the unknown sea Forward with full sails White ships of elven wood Catching the fair wind
the tide in that black Cadillac Next to them little white rails and cold hard facts So when you get done dancing and the rain slows down (Rain's all gone
Helena. Now the rude rushing waves, all around they are washing. And the white billows heave. On the rocks, they are crashing. He may list to the wind o'er the great
A great lord came walking through the forest One morning with a weapon in his hand; Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing, But killing was his plan
mossy ground drinks the blood Of a hundred men in white clothes The morning smells of death But still it feels like a fresh wind After so many years
fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck with billy, no And don't fuck with ethel You saw what just happened
the great plan! How ultimate blandness Must rule and command He knows not a drop, Not a crumb, Not a whit, Of the reason for doing This criminal shit
great plan! How ultimate blandness Must rule and command He knows not a drop, Not a crumb, Not a whit, Of the reason for doing This criminal shit And
Time Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone,
