's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home, carry me home Pick me up from my knees Carry me home
is all I need Fill it up and let me be It's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home We
Tradução: The Living End. Carry Me Home.
round is all I need Fill it up and let me be It's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home
long ride Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather Streets is mine, we gon' live forever
were carried by the wheels of armageddon We?re gonna force ourselves to live Thankful it?s hurt more than we?ve ever felt It?s just our means to an end
ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time Before I die my momma she carry me no comma Niggaz
just livin', my life 'Till they come carry me away My mother would stand for me Every step of the way She did not judge me She told me I'd win some day
prison wall Come to me my friend (Listen to me) I'll help this torture end (Help to set me free) Let your ego go (I can't carry this load) You can
: The smile of dawn Arrived early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell her of fear And of sorrow and pain She'll never
Eluding stares from faces before me It hides away and will never be heard again Deceit is the second without end The city's cold blood teaches us to survive Just keep me
: [music by Dream Theater, lyrics by Petrucci] The smile of dawn Arrived in early May She carried a gift from her home The night shed a tear To tell
me my friend (Listen to me) I'll help this torture end (Help to set me free) Let your ego go (I can't carry this load) You can't go through this alone
when I sculpted the culprit The tall shit that will end up with his skull split Then I buried the hatchet, I carried on my back Butterfingers is here
man, A shallow man, The one who broke our home Though I was a young boy I can still remember everything, All the booze led to fights and abuse And I lived
of his blood runs like mine - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever When dreams carry me past this life
gone, finally got my dad back Never that he wouldnt live long, they snatched my dad back Guidence I never had that, streets was my second home Welcomed me
