There's life after death and taxes And forgiveness comes And all of the rest, it just passes away Never forget There's life after death and taxes And
alarm clock rings, i crawl out of bed. i'm not looking forward to what lies ahead. all day i'm like a zombie, the working dead. today's gonna be a
got a place for me I?m a displaced society. I?m not looking for compensation I want some justice Tell you what they want from me Blood, death and taxes
me yeah you already forgave me Never forget there's life after death And taxes And forgiveness comes Then all of the rest is what passes away Death
번역: 불가 지론 전면. 피, 죽음 \u0026amp; 세금.
번역: Relient 케이. 죽음과 세금 떼면 생활 (실패 II).
번역: Relient 케이. 인생 후에 죽음과 세금.
forgave me yeah you already forgave me Never forget there's life after death And taxes And forgiveness comes Then all of the rest is what passes away Death
ve got a place for me I?m a displaced society. I?m not looking for compensation I want some justice Tell you what they want from me Blood, death and taxes
with her there's no pretending to feel the way i feel i'd never second guess myself if everything was real she could keep a secret she could make
could you know what i was thinking? so i wouldn't have to speak did you ever understand me did you care enough to see was it when i made you smile
black coffee cup reflection i've seen this look in my eyes on others peoples faces that i said i never wanted to be like there's just too much to live
i wonder if it's safe it's no wonder i'm afraid and i wonder if you'l stay i wonder everyday you're wonderful you're wonderful and i'm left here
Jump, jump in with both feet forward Don't give in to all those voices they say what doesn't kill you only makes you you know, stronger and we're all
I told you of a halfway house where we could meet to work things out I slept there on the floor for weeks you stayed between your comfortable sheets
m no dreamer I'm just waiting on the day When my luck changes and things start going my way And I hope that tomorrow ain't More of the same Death and taxes
Trash in a wheelchair at an airport in Phoenix Liberty spikes and safety pins Waiting on a flight home for his friends funeral Rack up tiny the stars
She wears the scars on her mind On her wrists She carved love and trust into her skin She said she needed the pain To feel alive So many excuses all
