Just Like Little Children They Put Themselves Away From Any Comprimise From Any Comprimise No Comprimise No Let Up No Let Up In Sight No Comprimise No
: Die by the sword And the millions have taken away this reward Stolen the laugh and a kiss It was burned all in grey across her tender lips Never the
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: Amaneci tumbado al sol con un cigarro en el colchon quemando el hueco que dejaste al ir Este cafe no sabe igual no hay nada con lo que mojar las ganas
: oh so my love this sleeping pill watch you through the night and come the dawn i'll be long long gone i tried i tried i tried i tried we feed
You ok? Yea What up? You went out I went out where? You were asleep Damn I've must of fallen asleep All that I remember girl is turning you over I'm
The shutter clicked, but the film did not go 'round The shutter clicked, but the film did not go 'round I touch these strings, but cannot touch the sound
Die by the sword And the millions have taken away this reward Stolen the laugh and a kiss It was burned all in grey across her tender lips Never the
oh so, my love this sleeping pill will watch you through the night and come dawn i'll be long, long gone i tried, i tried, i tried i..tried, i..tried
SI LO QUE QUIERES ES VIVIR CIEN ANOS NO PRUEBES LOS LICORES DEL PLACER. SI ERES ALERGICO A LOS DESENGANOS OLVIDATE DE ESA MUJER. COMPRA UNA MASCARA ANTIGAS
The world hides like a smile behind your hand I became hard and cold, your smile became quicksand I don't know what city I'm dialing your number from
Pill, pill a run o Pill a run o is na himigh uaim Pill orm a chuisle 's a stor Agus chifidh tu 'n ghloir ma fhilleann tuif Shuil mise thall is abhus
If I was brave I'd shut my mouth Put an end to our fights I'd jump into a neon light Taste the concrete and break my bones I could be born again As one
(Music by Bartsch - December 1996 Poems by Bartsch - November 1996) Zufallspriester des Sarkasmus brten aus ein ppig' Leid Wenn nackend sie schreiten
A sleeping pill has made you ill And caused you to regress You're losing touch with simple pleasures Your life is getting dull Your telephone neurosis
la la la la dum de dum de
how do you fake a loving smile how do you make truth of lies how do you do my old friend this song is for you I sing again where are my pills for broken
I've been transformed in my sleep Thrown into next week I've got something I can't keep Woke up with a shorter reach Walking thru a concussion And the
