made Go on go on and disappear Go on go on away from here And I know I was wrong When I said it was true That it couldn't be me and be her In between
made Go on go on And disappear Go on go on Away from here And I know I was wrong When I said it was true That it couldn't be me and be her In between
Traduction: Ben Folds Five. In Between Days (The Cure).
Traduction: Starter for Ten Soundtrack. The Cure --- In Between Days.
down for eight My other one just got found in a lake So I pour the Gin, down it straight 'Cause liquor's all that cures me When I'm in this here fucked
for my rights And your right to fight for yours I fight through four tongues of spikes, swords The days of thunder the night of tours It's dope to fight the illness that fight the cures
Days we drive around With Siamese rainin' down And there's angels shooting stars And there's angels shooting stars Cool summers pourin' down Washin'
jump inside Sleep under the stars, with you tonight I'd rather be below, than ever be without you Your funeral can make it hard to breathe, they're few And far between The days
What is addiction with absence of drug What is grey without the presence of white Days remain hollow with absence of night When I fell into my absence
you care In spite of all the things we?ve been through I know it was only a test And now I wish that you were here with me to cure my loneliness And
dared to come, beneath my pyramid, I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan, And still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear; I cured
fight for yours I fight through four toungues of spikes and swords the days of thunder the night of tours its dope to fight the illness that fight the cures
more than amateur - I'm immature Some say I'm Godly for holdin' the sinners' cure My skin is pure, my body is waterproof Slaughter the boof and keep blades between
chemicals till you fix the problem Let my pupils dilate till I can no longer see Cause my history told me, death is the cure for all disease Now days
No I never got along with life. And I never had the stomach for a suicide. But I?ve got subtle ways to shorten my days. Do whatever it takes to get me
Take the longest road back home to the place that all will know, the trying days of old have passed The summer grass between our toes, when we'll get
It blurs the line between the dead and I Getting closer to a cure, not sure Is there a reason to believe? I'm getting closer to a cure, I'm sure It's
