Avec une poignee de terre Il a cree le monde Et quand il eut cree la terre Tout en faisant sa ronde Le Seigneur jugeant qu'en somme Il manquait le minimum
Cuando estas, ya no estan los demas, cuando te vas, tengo ganas de llorar, perdia en el sillon de mi cuarto pienso en ti con mis manos. Que hacer,
With my own two hands Make a better place With my own two hands Make a kinder place With my own two hands With my own With my own two hands I
with a suitcase in my hand The night is fading, like my old tattoo A heart and a dagger, that says "Forever" Chorus: Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And paused
You look so cute in our old shoes, But we didn't break them in for you. Not to mention your words came from our mouth, Before they turned around and walked
With my own two hands Make it a better place With my own two hands Make it a kinder place With my own two hands With my own With my own two hands I can
window with a suitcase in my hand The night is fading, like my old tattoo A heart and a dagger, that says "Forever" Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
There's something wrong with the kids in my neighborhood They always listen to music They disregard civil disobedience They'd rather do what they're told
Avec une poignee de terre Il a cree le monde Et quand il eut cree la terre Tout en faisant sa ronde Le Seigneur jugeant en somme Qu'il manquait le minimum
the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams All it take is one break, it could pop the program
with Linda I danced with Jean I danced with Cindy Then I suddenly see Mary-Anne with the shaky hands What they've done to her man Those shaky hands
with my own bare hands fuck it! ow! i can do so many things with my own bare hands with my own bare hands with my own bare hands with my own bare hands
things But I will hold on with my open hands But I will hold on with my open hands And I suppose I should decide what I can do with all your clothes
The child without a name grew up to be the hand To watch you, to shield you or kill on demand The choice he?d made he could not comprehend His blood
The child without a name grew up to be the hand To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand The choice he made he could not comprehend He?s got
with Linda I danced with Jean I danced with Cindy Then I suddenly see Mary Anne with the shaky hands What they've done to her man Those shaky hands