: There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust. No longer difference between. A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin, and I am sick
: Personas pudriendose en cloacas fabricadas por el miedo ?Legislador quien te dio la potestad para decir lo que esta bien, lo que esta mal, lo que se
: I'm not around that much, I'm near exhausted and lost. if it could be undone, will it have cost it? it's torn, and alone. knowing the way we strain
: Hello, Carol - I'm depending on you Hello, Carol - I'm depending on you Like a flowing river Uh-huh-huh (true true) Uh-huh-huh (true true) My mama
: Why put this sadness inside of me Why be so matter-of-fact Why put this one bit of hope in me You sold me out and that's that I hope that you're having
: Why put this sadness inside of me Why be so matter-of-fact Why put this one bit of hope in me You sold me out and that's that I hope that you'
: Come puo un uomo uccidere con il suo Amore E pensare di consolarsi? perche e stato un errore? Io son qua, e ti sento, sento ancora che ci sei! Ma
: I'm Yo Gotti! [Chorus] Pulled up at the show Half a brick of blow 12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro This b*tch is sold out (4x) We do it for
I'm Yo Gotti! [Chorus] Pulled up at the show Half a brick of blow 12 pack of goose, quarter pound of dro This b*tch is sold out (4x) We do it for the
Sold out, do, do you wanna it On a magazine cover? Take it, it's my body Take it, I want money Diamonds are a girl's best friend Diamonds are a girl'
Our minds are fed every day The Internet feeds our needs And we follow every single word That has ever been told It's time to get sick Sicker than you
'Bout that time again Strange feelin' in the wind Standin' in this place Starin' face to face But we don't see eye to eye Somehow all the blame is mine
I get so weary every time the sun goes down I get so weary in the evening when the sun goes down I get so lonesome when my baby?s not around When I go
{This Friday performing live at the civic center You heard him on Fat Rabbit with Timberland I be that hey Luda A K A L O V A You heard him with Jermaine
The sewer's a place where a Ghoul can relax, Comforts abound that the surface just lacks Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes, Barrels of goo; discarded
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Exhausted At night, that ghost comes to haunt you He?s here to clean these tears fallen on your floor At day, the sun tries to rise But he cannot shine
Well I Really don't know If it matters at all so, But we try to keep our prices low For records and our shows But is that enough, Or is it that