eternally, gone eternally Feeder of my visions, carrier of my soul The last hope for the dreamers, now crashing to the shore, pinioned and torn In presumption and
sea Into unconsecrated ground Gone eternally, gone eternally Feeder of my visions, carrier of my soul The last hope for the dreamers, now crashing to the shore Pinioned and
father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red man's way, and how they loved the land And they came
needs, And justify our bloody deeds, In the name of Destiny And in the name of God And you can see them there On Sunday morning Stand up and sing
do And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ The block will heat and sink you (hey dude) Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude Lose your
foggy afternoon, a foolish man ran out of room / In his garbage can so he, threw his trash into the sea / He did this time and time again, the sea still
black taint away, Cleanse our blood and deliver us from sin? The Guardian of Eden is calling, Word?s spreading across land and sea We?re all being given
sorry don't be sorry man has known and now he's blown it upside-down and hell's the only sound we did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault
the sea again. Last night I sat in the waiting room, The nurse walked in and gave me the news, It's a baby girl and they're both fine. An old man sittin
gotta right to sing the blues, I gotta right to moan and sigh I gotta right to sit and cry down around the river I know the deep blue sea will soon be
than, a piper man one day it called to you And I lost you, to the summer wind The autumn wind, and the winter winds have come and gone And still the days
his old man Now I wonder does my son miss me Does he wonder where I am Tonight I pick my campsite carefully Outside the Sacramento yard Gather some wood and
ti si sobre tu cabeza las alas se extienden de Satan dudas todavia? Vacilas? Pues caiga sobre ti la fuente de mi odio Ea, ea ,ea sea, sea, sea y sera,
and loving craze and crazy days and things you?de say and looks you made you?re not the queen of hearts you?re the queen of spades and you?de take my
the rhythm plays me play it all day on a balcony above the street where old Franky and me we shuffle with our feet And old man Goergie takes some
