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Tradução: Fernandez, Alejandro. Matalas.
: This place, still can't believe it. I'll never ever talk of this photograph: a still frame of your lips this killer, he danced, I kiss and tell. Followed
: There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa, uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air
: Now I wake up around 4 or 5. Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time. Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends
: Come on the sun will rise another time the colors blind your virgin eyes I'm so inclined to make you mine you're out of line and out of time [chorus
: Remeber the threat from which it was said: "You will reap every seed that you sow." And the tomb where you lay is the bed that you made Be still in
: Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a
: Mediocrity's got me so opportunities have been slow. Sentiment has got me feeling low. My left back speaker's blown. Left the radio on. Who left the
: You're watching the cars, movies and stars They are your lifetime... Yet all that I am is half what we are Maybe some other time I'll get it right
: Disillusional thoughts infect your view Assets fuel your shallowed integrity Lost in a world of rejection Expose the hell you cannot hide An outcast
: Speak low when you speak, Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon Speak low when you speak, love Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, we
: (Traditional) She was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree And she loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
: How low are you willing to go before you reach all your selfish goals. Punch line after punch line leaving us sore, leaving us sore. Absorbed in your
: My eyes seek reality My fingers seek my veins There's a dog at your back step He must come in from the rain I fall 'cause I've let go The net
: I was not created In the likeness of a fraud Your hell is something scary I prefer a loving god We are not the center Of this funny universe And what
probao'... (Matalos...) Sin fronteo, esquive sus balas locas... Por eso me llaman \"El Sobreviviente\"... Ahora me toca a mi, poner la presion. Wisin, pillalos... Matalos
: Once you know you can never You can never turn back But I understand ' Cause we all fear what we lack Being with you Makes me tired as hell And