Now's my chance, here in France, I've gotta give it a go. How do you say I'm happy ? Estoy feliz contigo ? No ! No ! Desole mon francais est un petit
I won't apologise for the mess that you're in I'm gonna hide my eyes from your crimson sin No sacrifice can make atonement again The blood is on your
I heard you calling me As I was swept away deeper into the sea In love, I missed it's treachery ; swimming free An in one breath a twist of fate made
He : All of me You found your way to all of me And, helplessly, I've fallen like a child Hopelessly, I'm hoping you're the one for me You comfort me Withy
As a child with ocean eyes I smiled At a world existing just for me ; Without boxes, borders or boundaries I built dreams ; But like plastic building
They laugh at me and my life My life as a duck ; But I don't get worked up - It's my life as a duck You may think this is funny ; You may think I had
Darling, I hate to see you so angry with the world If people want a piece of you Then they're missing something for themselves . Maybe it's selfish of
I'm ripping your posters off the wall I'm moving the boxes into the hall I stop when I hear a drum beat call It must be a sign It is time I need to take
Don't just stand there faking. Don't just stand there making like you're one of us. You can't just fit the part. You have to set yourself apart. The
So one thing led to another You were calling her a lover Her brothers her brother Yeah if you want me to do it, I guess that I'll do it, but I'm telling
I wish I cared about the things you care about, but I don't. Your scrill and the bars and the lake and the stars, but I don't Hey we may, hey we may,
Saw her from afar Study how she moves Straight into my twisted temptation All of these thoughts Got me being a monster without an intention to get caught
So you want to be my friend, But my best friends don't bring out their claws So you want to play pretend But my best friends don't bring out their claws
Tradução: Perros. Winston Smith.
Tradução: Lock And Key. Winston Churchill.
Tradução: Utopía. Winston Smith que se necesita en la mandíbula.
Mother, I've gotta get out of here So I can save our family From this poverty And when I make my money I'll send it back to you Father, Give me strength
I?ve always known Since I was a young boy In this world, everything?s as good as bad Now my father told me always speak a true word And I have to say