Move, move, I've got the gift of life Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can't stand up and I can't sit down I gotta keep movin', I gotta keep
Tradução: Jam. El regalo.
Move move I've got the gift of life Can't you see it in the twinkle of my eye I can't stand up and I can't sit down I gotta keep movin' I gotta keep
Thought that I would forget you? Heaven knows that's not my style And that I would let you? Walk away without at least goodbye You shouldn't let those
Letting loose the lunatics - wasn't the greatest of ideas Giving them plans and money to squander - Should have been the worst of our fears The dream
I was hoping we'd make real progress - But it seems we have lost the power Any tiny step of advancement Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean - We
Ordinary people don't get time to think not that it's their fault cos you have to hustle and bustle about your work just to make sure the food gets bought
Hello darlin' - I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat
Why are you frightened can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away an' keep it out of sight Oh don
If you gave me a fresh carnation I would only crush it's tender petals With me you'll have now escape And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle
Your precious love - that means so much will it ever stop or will I just lose touch What I want to say - but my words just fail Is that I need it so
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life - cos it's the one we'll never know And quit running for that runaway bus - cos those rosey days are few And -
: Lost in the shadows, gaze into the void Feeding the bastards, rebirth or destroy Hours of darkness Turn on the night Awaken ebony Begin twilight
: Come hear the moon is calling, The witching hour draws near, Come hear the bell is tolling, Mortals run in fear, Prepare the altar now and hear the
: Come hear the moon is calling The witching hour draws near Come hear the bell is tolling Mortals run in fear Prepare the altar now and hear the virgin
8: N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with heat If Def Jam, they gonna flop him
