: What shall I say I fear you will betray me How many ways Can you prolong this tragedy Who told you that I would be back You came here to seize my freedom
What shall I say I fear you will betray me? How many ways Can you prolong this tragedy? Who told you that I would be back? You came here to seize my freedom
What shall I say I fear you will betray me How many ways Can you prolong this tragedy Who told you that I would be back You came here to seize my freedom
Tradução: New Order. Angel Dust.
bitch in a ditch off of angel dust Take you to a [Incomprehensible] sure you can fly, just jump slut You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order
feasibly. ? ? ? the urban ? ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rockin the uptown partay like coca angel vatte, I provide that mental rush and that physical feelin like yo whole worlds being dusted
LOST IN HEAVEN AND MY ANGELS OF THE WINTER DAWN IN YOUR WONDER I COULD HEAR THE INNER CALL IN A CRYSTAL TEAR OF WATER WELCOME ANGELS OF THE WINTER DAWN
on a yaucht (Chillin' in the sun) Bom bout the leave the docks, reality I wake up to Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust It's
F If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust
emblems When the clock strikes nine I'll be waking with the best of routine caffiene team players For the cycle of it Under a dusted angel heartstring
[Aesop Rock] I start my city with a brick (one brick) Then add another brick (two bricks) Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels I ain'
new day dawning. Now the princess is their everything. A procession to the chambers where they kiss their fathers ring. Can you hear the angel of sadness
Like a new day rising Like a calm before the storm Like fog lifting from valleys On the sleeping forest floor Eyes open slowly As the dust is shaken
If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust
There's no Judge when we die Only dust We're just Crawling Angels and Demons disguised The truth you don't know so try to be sure When your Angels and
feasibly ? the urban ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rocking the uptown partay like coca angel vatte I provide that mental rush and that physical feeling like yo' whole worlds being dusted
