of my mind Your black hearts waited too long, Just to see me fall down, fall down, fall down Your black hearts won?t be around, just to see me fall down Your hearts
my mind Your black heart's waited too long Just to see me fall down, fall down, fall down Your black heart's won't be around just to see me fall down Your heart
Tradução: Jet. Corazones Negro (On \u200b\u200bFire).
piece of my mind Your black hearts waited too long, Just to see me fall down, fall down, fall down Your black hearts won?t be around, just to see me fall down Your hearts
of my mind Your black hearts waited too long, Just to see me fall down, fall down, fall down Your black hearts won’t be around, just to see me fall down Your hearts
superstition they burn When will they ever learn... They never return! Ein drohendes Pochen in tiefschwarzer Nacht [A threatening rapping in jet-black
little girl (Mama's just a little girl) She gotta hold her head up high [Verse 2: Tupac] At 16 what a beautiful thing The very essence of a jet black
the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Heart me in my heart to hear that
heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks. It breaks. It breaks. Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned
heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks. It breaks. It breaks Well I went back, I rented Cadillac, a company jet Like a newly orphaned
last one in this time, lost am I, will it never end but never am I stained black, jet black Now walk away and flee into Hell, take away and bleed my heart
and insatiable Pure and obscene For where pumps the true heart of life There too seeps corruption And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane
satellite of love Ooh ooh Ah ah Ooh ooh Ah ah Spotlight magnetic razor rhythm laser love Guitar, drums, load up, stun! Ah ah Ooh ooh Jet Black
Ooh ooh Ah ah Ooh ooh Ah ah Spotlight magnetic razor rhythm laser love Guitar, drums, load up, stun! Ah ah Ooh ooh Jet Black, Johnny B ,Gene
: She wore crushed velvet, jet black and to the floor. She rode on angels' wings that used to shine oh so bright. Now the dark has caught the spark
guess her age when she comes backstage, the hoodlums bite their nails Black gloves, white frost Black crepe, white lead White sheet, black knight Jet black