this tree of pain (Ohhh) In this tree of pain In this tree of pain (In this tree of pain) In this tree of pain In this tree of pain In this tree of
You are a getaway car A rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror You make my head
face another day Without you In this tree of pain In this tree of pain In this tree of pain Till the day I see you again... Again Under this tree of pain
Traduction: Soulfly. Tree Of Pain.
: You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my
: The pretended smile of the lewdness that he lives on me, No longer in case alone he makes alike Upon never to smile of the trees... Dawn: he falls
You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my head
the voices carry still across these dull great plains growing louder everyday sinking back to habits dying hard your arms are so familiar these wounds
to face another day Without you In this tree of pain In this tree of pain In this tree of pain Till the day I see you again... Again Under this tree of pain
I talk to the trees But they don't listen to me I talk to the stars But they never hear me The breeze hasn't time To stop and hear what I say I talk
Traduction: Paint Your Wagon Soundtrack. Je parle à l'Arbres.
bi'ness Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin Blowin our trees cousin it gets sticky in the pain
life as a misfit (Chorus - 2x) [Grimm] Now I don't know what you done heard Anywhere you go, one do love herb Like two little birds, kissing in the trees
hasn't begun, stay tuned to me and there will never be a re-run So come and leap on my body, and as we come you'll prolly feel moist like the trees on
Jerry Peters What does it take to show an illustration Of the hurt and the pain of a nation. One glowing look upon a ragged canvas Tells the story of
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it
