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: (Engels) There's no hold The moving has come through The danger passing you Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels It's so cold The dark
: Siento a tu vera, y siento que vuela lo siento de veras. Ahora tenerte de cerca me he dado cuenta que te he perdido, que ya no cuentas conmigo. Que
: We can't escape this hollow ride painted black to calm our fear as walls and celings collapse over us. Feel the chill throughout our breaths as thunder
: Triste y con malas intenciones ya no se que me dicen tus ojos demostro una tibia en oferta que se rie y pide volver. Temblando, temblando Yo ya se
volar. Lennon un hombre, una cancion, un grrito, un recuerdo Lennon, no me mires no. un disparo, un lamento Lennon, un loco, una pasion: 'poder para el pueblo' Lennon
: Look at me what am I supposed to be? what am I supposed to be? Look at me what am I supposed to be? what am I supposed to be? Look at me Oh My Love
: My Mummy's Dead I can't get it through my head Though it's been so many years My Mummy's Dead It's hard to explain So much Pain I could never show
: Love is real , real is love Love is feeling , feeling love Love is wanting to be loved Love is touch, touch is love Love is reaching, reaching love
: As soon as your born they make you feel small by giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all Working Class
: It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stair of breathing air. Let him be, set him free
: (John Lennon) Temperature's rising Fever is high Can't see no future Can't see no sky My feet are so heavy So is my head I wish I was a baby I wish
: If you have the luck of the irish, You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have the luck of the irish And you'd wish you was English instead
: Woman is the nigger of the world Yes she is...think about it Woman is the nigger of the world Think about it...do something about it We make her paint
: Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries
: Even after all these years, I miss you when your not here, I wish you were here my dear Yoko, Even if it's just a day, I miss you when your away,
: People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing, Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin, When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind