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번역: Liriko. Pangit.
: Voz Femenina: A parte del olor y de algun babeo ocasional... A veces dices cosas muy interesantes Para tu musica y escucha la mia, hoy es mi dia,
AMANDOLO (Spanish lyrics for "Too Late Too Soon") Music by James Harris III, Terry Lewis and Jon Secada. Spanish lyrics by Jon Secada and Robert Blades
Today, we don't know who we are Ashamed, hiding behind the scars Too many times we let the things we feel Get in the way of letting us heal the wounds
Everyday's the same I feel them merge I try to separate Resist the urge But they tell me, I'll be fine That it will all get better Just try to write
Swallow purple terror candy Don't forget to breathe Sickened by the wanting And drowning from the need This dichromatic vision Of one who does not care
It came on like a hurricane And I don't understand And it moved me like a slow dance Still I don't understand It pushed me like a tailwind And I don'
Calling out, calling out Haven't you wondered? Why I'm always alone When you're in my dreams? Calling out, calling out Haven't you wondered? Why you'
Well, that day, that day What a mess, what a marvel I walked into that cloud again And I lost myself and I'm sad, sad, sad Small, alone, scared, craving
When you beat on that drum, talkin' that tongue You're just scratching on the surface So tell me what it means A whisper to a scream slowly fades away
Her bones will ache, her mouth will shake And as the passion dies her magic heart will break She'll fly to France 'cause there's no chance No hope for
You live your life, you live like an island Satisfied, you live for the moment Here you come, you make it look easy I bet you smile in your sleep, are
Do you lie awake in the mornin' Tryin' to find a reason to call me 'Cause honey all that I've been doin' Is thinkin' about your smile But none of this
Here it comes again Cannot out run my desire Cover my decent And throw the beauty on the fire Drawn towards the edge Do I assume I could fly Every secret
Child, it's broke And I feel you slipping away Child, you spoke And the world fell silent again Do you love? Do you need love? Child, undone By fear
[Royce da 5'9"] This the homicide, sodomy of course Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support Ima' be dope until the find me as a corpse You can
