fray If you knew that i could take the pain Inflicted at the battle With faithful arrows you Might get back in the saddle But it's a special death you
Tradução: Mirah. Muerte Especial.
to talk that way Is there really less special little Things to say? Do like Pual Verlaine? Is it gonna rain today? Shall we have our photo taken? We'll look like Death
the fray If you knew that i could take the pain Inflicted at the battle With faithful arrows you Might get back in the saddle But it's a special death
: We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub With tankards and pints in the air Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers Though whiskey
: When justice needs correction Or revenge upon a foe A special breed of hunter Can be summoned for a price Just pay him what he asks for The victim
out but of the racist institutions simple minds belong not happy just being human, no wish to get along little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng it makes them feel special
men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause
you gotta love it, Ah-real ah really never thought I would be here, First n foremost I'd like da thank god... For making me special! You know niggas
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son? 50, calm down, here he come Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! Many men, wish death
: [Special Fan Edition track] Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant
: [Special Fan Edition track] I have come from the freezing seas From the warmth of foreign coals Through the dismal fog of insecurities To a cloud-
: [Special Edition bonus disc track] Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the
upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death of love The righteous death of love Gilles adored
Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death
wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above For the death of love The righteous death
then we were in Stockholm and it was beautiful in July And the day after this famous Swedish director Ingmar Bergman died And all the national papers had some special
