true a moth dies flying into the light? Is it true a moth dies flying into the light? True, a moth dies flying into the light Is it true a moth dies
a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth
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Theres a glare there in the sun That will tear through the ones That were there and called when no one else was there They carried you home Is it true a moth
held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk ?Cause
ve held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause
hard I?ve pissed myself Laughing with these wars we fight that will never be ours. Let?s yawn with our moths closed. Let?s be as clear as the oceans
mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours
Welcome to the rehearsal! The next song is one of those many songs of ours that get banned. It's something yoko said to me in 1968. It took me till 1970
, with flowers he was one of ours one of ours why don't you let him be? he's gone we know give his mother and his father peace your vulture's
Things can be broken down In this world of ours You don't have to be a famous person Just to make your mark A mother can be an inspiration To her little
mother What will I be Will I be pretty Will I be rich Here's what she said to me Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see
asked my mother What will I be Will I be pretty Will I be rich Here's what she said to me Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours
: Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep
dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries Nigga
the hour Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards [The Game] Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together The world is ours
