Just when I thought I found me someone I could grow with Just when I thought I found me someone I could grow with That's when my girlfriend came to me
What a sunny, sunny morning When my man?s right by my side Held me closely, so close I felt love inside It's like paradise when he He called me his favorite
Have you ever reached a rainbow's end? And did you find your pot of gold? Ever catch a shooting star And tell me how high did you soar? Ever felt like
the way i'm walking so dark so still save me from the grave hold out for cover heven could be so fine if the moon was rising high but see the oceans mirrors
head cracks like it's for the millionth time again (Liberate the illiterate) And you wanted to jump half a canyon, I'm at least a companion to it all (Liberate
within time has come now re-evaluate right conclusions are forsaked moral issues dominate blind faith chikes the life out anyway postulate then liberate
So hungry for what I seek I, I, I strive for the best My struggle is all I see I, I, I'll never forget You've seen it hurts me not to fight But in the
It's coming through the air For all of us to hear Could it be the sounds of liberation Or just the image of detention? We want the airwaves back We want
And what shall I do I try to speak and words stop short of my tongue They make their way back to my thoughts Still crafted by a still soul I move my eyes
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Goodbye, They breathe but cannot scream They have no tools to build voices They wait in fetal position Martyrs on altars of mistakes The martyr They
fathers beyond the millennial night Tall old man, put down your spear Destiny is your name, here liberated} Liberation of Destiny, the tall old man Liberation
The gloomy shadow in screams Embrace the multicolor scenes The mirages of hypocrite souls In all these years, the lost years... Beneath the crystal brightness
I won't play the fit Get off, get on this Your garbage in is garbage out Liberate my madness... Liberate - My madness (One of me, all of you) Liberate
Entre miseria, hambre y desolacion, en el fango alguien planto una flor un tal Bolivar, le dicen El Libertador, El Libertador Gritos de justicia, tierra