You still cross my mind from time lo lime. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way I sat there for an inspiring artist Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle Diggin' graves
번역: 체육 수업의 영웅. 두번째 기간 : 별 격추.
: Let there be a volume that cannot be denied. Let there be an emotion that you cannot fake The greatness unanimously acknowledged. A lie that you just
: C'e un fiore di campo che e nato in miniera per soli pochi giorni lo stettero a guardar. Di un pianto suo dolce sfiori in una sera, a nulla le nere
: (Jannacci) C'e un fiore di campo ch'e nato in miniera per soli pochi giorni lo stettero a guardar di un pianto suo dolce sfiori in una sera a nulla
: Say whatever you want, i, i'll never judge you be whoever you want me to be oh you know i just don't Care, you know i just dont care cus im always
: A change of speed, a change of style. A change of scene, with no regrets, A chance to watch, admire the distance, Still occupied, though you forget
: [Verse 1:] My heart is beating fast My hands won't stop shaking I thought that we would last I thought that we would make it I guess I was wrong all
: Infatuation, she's a fatal attraction Hangin' 'round, screwing with my mind I hope I've seen her for the very last time Danger's intriguing, but
: Why do we shoot our wounded I don't understand once when we were down and out he gave us his hand can't we give back to who has given to us I expect
: (feat. DJ Whoo Kid) [Starts off with the beat of Ludacris': "Stand Up"] [Intro:] WHAAAT?... C'MON! [Verse 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}] See I can make a horror
Let there be a volume that cannot be denied. Let there be an emotion that you cannot fake The greatness unanimously acknowledged. A lie that you just
Un nouveau titre, une nouvelle ambiance oppressante Accroche toi a la rythmique, surveille la descente Car la montee, elle, sera comme toujours assassine
Well I?m being? tortured I?m in a cherry orchard But I can?t pick one I?m being tortured I?m in a cherry Not a happy man Not a happy man Not a happy
In fear flown in your vein In your soul Lie in a bed of bloody genocide In fear of seeing the end? Mourning the end? Lie in a bed of bloody genocide (
