: Time of Our Lives There's a time for us to let go There's a time for holding on A time to speak, a time to listen There's a time for us to go There
: I am who play with bastards with all the fire on my veins inside of me(x2) now take a grip on your knife set it to kill(x2) why you think i fucking
: Today is the last day when your heart stops today is the last day when the stars fall down(x2) when the stars fall the last day is coming the stars
: I was searching for a scar in my dead hands that will remind me how sick i was i blame you for this times that i could not stop i blame you for this
I am who play with bastards with all the fire on my veins inside of me(x2) now take a grip on your knife set it to kill(x2) why you think i fucking
I was searching for a scar in my dead hands that will remind me how sick i was i blame you for this times that i could not stop i blame you for this
Today is the last day when your heart stops today is the last day when the stars fall down(x2) when the stars fall the last day is coming the stars
Time of Our Lives There's a time for us to let go There's a time for holding on A time to speak, a time to listen There's a time for us to go There'
: Ovunque sei, se ascolterai accanto a te mi troverai. Vedrai lo sguardo che per me parlo e la mia mano che la tua cerco. Ovunque sei, se ascolterai
: Our differences set us apart... they can't bind me Our hearts have been equivalent from the start... if only I spoke these words at the right time
for whatever state your in I tell my good friends 'get out the way!' of all the lightning hitting the trees today We get a thrill from clapping our hands
a bad reflection from above. The load upon my shoulder gives me reasons to get older. Tell the boss I haven't had enough. Our eyes are close but they
t matter anyhow, sometimes I feel like an Echo in the wind, that's not coming back again I look inside my head and what I see Are the reflections of
really gone too far? It doesn't matter anyhow. Sometimes I feel like an echo in the wind that's not coming back again. I look inside my head and what I see are the reflections
, sometimes I feel like an Echo in the wind, that's not coming back again I look inside my head and what I see Are the reflections of the world And I
re just a bad reflection from above. The load upon my shoulder gives me reasons to get older. Tell the boss I haven't had enough. Our eyes are close
in the rubble, another ship sunk by the storm. Some little angel tries to tell me that it's over. It's just a bad reflection from above. The load upon
rubble, another ship sunk by the storm. Some little angel tries to tell me that it's over. It's just a bad reflection from above. The load upon my shoulder
