your face, anymore Oh my love, I?ll do anything for one more day with you I?ll do anything for one more day I?d give anything for one more day with you
have changed And I've realized I was wrong I was wrong Now I'll never see your face anymore Oh my Love I'd give anything for one more day with you I'
Traduction: Wired. One More Day.
Oh my love I'd do anything for one more day with you I'd do anything for one more day with you I'd give anything for one more day with you
. They never gon' change, come around my way. Another one shot down, slain, while the cop got praise. It's hard to maintain when they supposed to protect us. You or me could be the next one
Dindi, like the song of the wind in the trees, that's how my heart is singing Dindi, Happy Dindi, When you're with me. I love you more each day, yes
a dim-remembered story. Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly river, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh -- but smile no more
recall. Their strength is to stand still, afterglow of an old religion. One can imagine them sentient - that is to say, we may attribute to stone-hardness, one
the kids be edge, and let it lead them straight to books. To elevate your mind-state, heavy lies the crown. A strong mind holds no dead weight. I'll learn, one day
Maybe we can make it right Or maybe if you hold on One more day One more day One day One more day One more day One day
Today Sunday On the nineteenth day of october at one a.m. Nineteen ninety seven I had a vision No, well not exactly like a vision No but like a sight
but know your face You made a mistake now you must be erased Really though, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane Drop rights, to start more fights
Oh Dindi, like the song of the wind in the trees That's how my heart is singing Dindi Happy Dindi when you're with me I love you more each day, yes
The hair which finely crowned her head Was a halo of golden reflecting the sun All of the beautiful women of time Were formed all at once into one. She
merely against that peculiar hard core who seem to equate authenticity with artisti It and illiteracy with charm. [piano] Oh, one more thing. one of the more
the vast karmic internet; Each of our souls on the end of its fibre. One sacred fact that we can't download yet; The truth is we share the same service-provider. One
twice But this here man has lost his count so long a go! That same ol' shit from day to day What purpose does he have to stay here Struggling one more day
Yo man, hit me with one of those funky baselines One baseline at a time The sun takes a bow for a day well lit Next act is night with an audience of
