it Hit it J'maime, j'me flirt I speak with me J'suis mon propre becherel You know why talk with me J'ai du franglais street slang Quand j'rap with me
, Las Vegas, ca me plait Rappels a Hollywood Ball Ma loge a Carnegie Hall Je reve d?etre seul en scene La salle me crie " je t?aime " Moi je suis
in with me let me be your ocean love umm la la umm la la ooh la la ocean love let me be your ocean love let me be your ocean love
Tiein' down my living needs Oh ohh Don't know why (don't know why) Don't know why (don't know why) Don't know why I am here All that I've forgotten is
So we beat on our boats against the current So we beat on these waters are uncharted bravely We sail alone riding the storm Clutching honor bearing pride
pray the earth from all my voice But not the sky, he does not hear me But not the sky, too high for me Quand j'me reveille je loue le jour La vie toujours
d'innocence Ils sont faits de chair et de sang You dream awake and you stay pure among the wolves That's why I love you against my will and you love me
et faire, ouais je sais j'espere Veinement qu'les impairs y'a que moi qui va devoir les payer Et j'ai bien essayer, tu peux me rayer d'ta liste si ca
Traduction: Rêve américain de Gatsby. Why We Fight.
Traduction: Sonic rêve collectif. I Wonder Why.
beware, beware out of their closets the skeletons are coming come down with me where the woods meet the water lets get away from your dirty little secrets
Now with silence broken, your torch has sputtered out and now the tribe has spoken, you?re voted out and there?s not time for your last words. I hope
you wont stop debating try to find ways so i can start living its been said the things you buy they own you but they dont own me anymore this time things
to hold them This ticket is golden, this ticket is golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Its there that you will find me
So run away to find solace in the nothingness of running day to day. It?s over. Nothing is fine when the soles of your shoes are broken and you can?t
Glorious light covers him tonight. Him: unaware and silent, six years old and sleeping. The rest of us: dying and waiting for him to grow old. Old enough
And the birds eat your insides Clutching the mountain side (its where the day takes you) Did you think you would try to climb the face? Theres longing