: In time bleeding wounds will heal Unlike some which are too deep to see Like scars in a nomads soul Their mending is so slow Not the shout of a hundred
: Dragged down deep in the shit, an unemotional vacuum. Fatigue replaces concious thought. Awareness ends. To carry a cross we cannot bear. Falling hard
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: E aa vamos de novo na estrada Trocamos vistas sem ver nada Cada um sege a sua devoa§a?o Sua ilusa?o Voam chapeus Doem as pernas Aqui e ali Ampara
Build us a vehicle Set us a course Pick up your sickle Get on board We're all going on a trip out We're all going on a trip out We're all getting, all
In craving for the second sight I possess the privilege of pain perpetual motion of perpetual unrest never ending search for the innermost ring realms
...desperation, regret and the wish for a second chance play on his mind during his transportation to a high security prison far out in the desert...
Was ridin' along side the highway Rollin' up the country side Thinkin' I'm the Devil's heatwave What you burn in your crazy mind? Saw a slight distraction
With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these excursions
In the tavern of Beloui Sat Theja with his friend of past With brad and wine and hearts that feel at ease Now the inn was warm with joy Tables full of
in the movie "You're Never Too Young" It's time to hit the trail (It's time to hit the trail and and and...) It's time to hit the lofty trail (It's
In time bleeding wounds will heal Unlike some which are too deep to see Like scars in the Nomads soul Their mending is so slow Not a shout of a hundred
Here I am, a wandering man I'm walking through a barren land I lost my way, I lost my home In deep despair, I'm riding on Guardian, where are you now
A handsome stranger Gave me a ride He had a suitcase full of lies That he sold me I sensed no danger When I was there right by his side He said I compelled
Well it was on this monday morning And the day be calm and fine A harbour grace excursion With the boys who had the time And just before the sailor Took
Dance for me, sweetheart while I strum my guitar You sure look pretty tonight I've just come off the road and I could use the company Now that would suit
Dragged down deep in the shit An unemotional vacuum Fatigue replaces conscious thought Awareness ends To carry a cross, we cannot bear Falling hard without
let's not go to work this morning let's not wait to leave the city we've got just enough money let's see how far we can amble one day can make all the