I want to thank you You've been the meaning of life for me Now I can see the real me Feelings I couldn't bear All the things I wouldn't dare Times I
I want to thank you You've been the meaning of life for me Now I can see the real me Feelings I couldn't bear All the things I wouldn't dare Times I thought
Traduction: The Flaming Lips. Merci à Vous.
: I want to thank you You've been the meaning of life for me Now I can see the real me Feelings I couldn't bear All the things I wouldn't dare Times
don say a sound fuck wachu read you will not be found you think its a joke but it is not funny hollow tip bullets run str8 to yo tummy im lettin you
I let it fall, my heart, And as it fell you rose to claim it. It was dark and I was over, Until you kissed my lips and you saved me. My hands, they
lips, your unbelievable Can't miss this chance to take you And here's my invitaion (invitation) Hello brooklyn, hey LA Take the streets all night cause you
sword,) (And the bombs that can't replace the stained glass window) For which we should thank the good Lord, thank the good Lord) (Thank you, thank you, thank you
And I'm already thru with with Brent Now I wonder where you went Baby I gotta tell you that I'm still Still in love I'm still in love I'm telling' you
streets up wit no top between us, [Brisco:] Your so genius, Dats my word you know I got you twin, You a real nigga dog, thanks for lettin me in, [Lil
for you. Come in." ] Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground They made you pay in guilt for your salvation Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you You
you. Come in." ) Mary, Mary just a whore for the underground They made you pay in guilt for your salvation Thought you had them fooled? Now they've sent me for you You
way I'm waiting patiently But if you see me now My love, please hurry All that I never knew Can you see me now All that I never said Can you
all packed and left you Can't you see we put all effort in? Now I don't know where to begin Convincing you that your not who you think you are You're
rain Lately my hands they don't feel like mine My eyes been stung with dust and blind Held you in my arms one time Lost you just the same Jolene
for Beck Hanson In walks Jack says, "How'd ya do?", oh yeah Then he handed me this wonderful statue And I said, "Thank you Jack White for the fiber-optic Jesus That you
