Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin
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Tradução: La mañana de. Inicio.
: esta noche me huele a tormenta esta noche revienta esta noxe la luna se esconde y se viste de gris esta noxe me pido primeor para ir a rondarte esta
: If dogs run free, then why not we Across the swooping plain? My ears hear a symphony Of two mules, trains and rain. The best is always yet to come,
: oh shit run! oh shit run! oh shit run thru the ghetto they will hear you mornin bell tolls at home. rings loud back where I come from. calls me back
: Oh shit run! oh shit run! oh shit run thru the ghetto they will hear you mornin bell tolls at home. Rings loud back where I come from. Calls me back
your reason is a lie. Dream Healer - he makes you see what you can't see Dream Healer - reflecting your identity. Shout at the morning when the red
lie. [Chorus:] Dream Healer - he makes you see what you can't see Dream Healer - reflecting your identity. Shout at the morning when the red sunrise
identity. Shout at the morning when the red sunrise awakes, The call of reality is all you hear. Gaze at the stars, when the night comes down again Then you begin
: The morning breaks, as a new day begin And I?m still on the road to nowhere No sign of life in his eyes, no emotion shown at all Just like water through
: Every morning as I wake to another day I bow my head hit my knees and I begin to pray I search for answers that I wonder if I'll ever find Running
a millionaire... because I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start to loving... the deaf and dumb begin to talk I remember one Friday morning
explosion calls for a wandering cast with no direction. Enter all monsters let us twist another fairy tale. Go kill the lights, we'll glow till morning
: I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls Who will be the first to begin their fall? Or will we become one? Am I the star beneath
She's forgotten what real love is like And as the basement collects more kids off the street They smoke themselves to death waiting for the band to begin
head then smile and yawn I?m worn out but I?m beaming and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange old morning door This game