I'd rather stay in bed all day. In bed with you lying closely right by my side. With no one to make us take one step outside. Under the covers with you
When the world's coming down like an anvil on your head. You must make it, you can take it, if you just kick back. It's all part of living this surviving
I'm falling down, I'm staggering I'm here and then I'm gone And if you try to find me I'm nowhere to be found I'm in somebody's shadow In someone else
Outside my window I see trouble. On the faces on the people in the streets below. One gets a feeling discontentment. Why there is anger I don't know
So many times you'd like to just leave behind. But there's no way out, no way out. In my eyes, I see what you get. You take a chance you get regret. There
When the night has come and the land is dark And the moon is the only, only light we see No I won't be afraid, no no no no no no I won't be afraid Just
word to the Wise: my enterprise, mo thug mellenium, right. do you really wanna test my size? flesh rippin?'em with them scriptures, finna get with you, but word
end is near The sleeper wakens and removes his golden casque Vital signs return to his quiescent craft He is truth, a word to the wise Gods children
most famous Magi The Words sparkle - the Words of the Wise. During the sleep like Black Butterflies they'll come flying The old secrets they whisper to us. The Magis Words
The Magi understand the mysterious words They paint Signs - the parchment turns yellow. But still we are at a deep sleep We don't know the Words for
Words are spoken from the book of the dead Written in the blood of the ones who bled Foretelling the story of our destiny Shadow on the fate of humanity
truths of old To stand on steady ground What I wouldn't give if I could live With the wisdom Solomon found A word from the wise, That's what I'm searching
Words from the wise, encourage you, carries all your taking on, Words from the wise, discourage too many people when things go wrong. (*) Words from
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[music by cavestany, lyrics by cavestany] words are spoken from the book of the dead written in the blood of the ones who bled foretelling the story
the words I want to hear from you. It's not that I want you not to say but if you only knew how easy it would be to show me how you feel: More than words
end is near The sleeper wakens and removes His golden casque Vital signs return to his quiescent craft. He is truth - a word to the wise Gods children
I'd get away with murder If I'd only think it through Try and stop just long enough And look into my eyes Push me and I'll push right back Word to the wise
