cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me in
Tradução: Hijos y Hijas. En Baila conmigo.
sorries cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me
Askin' me what I wanna do Jumped in the ride, fuck this shit, I ain't hesistatin' Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin' Hoes and clothes, Big bones, and
bottled water And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target Seven approaching a measure off the map And you'll see me dance in the street once again And
love. Hit the town and it's astounding me, She fits me like a glove. I'm downing it, she downing it, We drown ourselves in love, And love tastes good to me
owned. Pray for your sons and your daughters- You didn't refuse. Well the first one, Weak arms- Right or wrong. First off, we'll dance when we dance
was him or me and I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews
mothers giving birth, seen beautiful orphans dance An old man turns and covers his eyes, he was never supposed to cry With sons and daughters and home and
You count the centuries I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating Across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters
sons and daughters in all their glory its gonna shape 'em And when they dance and come together, and start a rising Just drink the water where you came from, where you came from And
You count the centuries, I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters
so good night ladies and good night gentlemen keep those cards Letters coming and please don't Call again. geronimo and little nancy marilyn and john f. dancing
left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigal sons and wayward daughters Carry mandalas that they might Be delivered from the depths of darkness And born again by candlelight And
misery, in misery, in misery We are living in misery but we have to hold on Yes, we have to hold on You and I, we are the sons and daughters of kings
to rape And bought into Hollywood and Hefner's sly hate Millions of Marilyns who died for their lovers Seducing a culture of good sons and daughters Reading
