we do is well and do you know just what you're searching for? or can you fill this hole with hate until you hope no more? and i have learned to stop
ترجمة: الأمل في الصفحة الرئيسية. من الماء والروح.
it's food For the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you To just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated And viewed in America As a motherf***
't hide in an empty apartment with a mattress And no protection, with a New York psycho Bombshells in the Hollywood section I'm pressin bells and bells and
fighting back the lyrics of a favorite baptist him its over now cant hold a child mold a child scold a child or own a child a soldier now baby hold your
New Orleans, shit no governor, no help from the mayor just a steady beatin heart, and a wish and a prayer lets pray (Robin Thicke) These friends they come and
, on a hill that they knew well and on that hillside, like shadows they fell long before, the need for bow and shield when hope spread out like a Tennessee
And I hope someday you'd ask You know I'd like to stay here and chat for a while But its bad for my future plans of being a loyal wife So bye bye
was not a glorious victory for the British spirit, Nor an heroic defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed
About his neck, the dead bird is hung And the curse goes on and on and on at sea And the curse goes on and on for them and me Day after day, day after
take Quelling the Devil's might And ready for eternal fight Aching limbs and fainting soul Holy battles take their toll Liberty and hope divine Changing the water
get on my level Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers My life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple
jagged mountains And the secret sacred sharing That went on beside the fountain Where the water waits forever For a tiny, tiny treasure That will rise up and
drew windows Overlooking hidden gardens Cut apart by jagged mountains Climbing up into the air And crumbling down into a fountain Where the water waits forever Like a
to weep and moan It's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan Gonna leave my baby, and my happy home "Fiddle And The Drum" And so once again,
follow direction And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for
Black Dante in your headphones Speaker box Freaky radio Everywhere on the dial Tell you a little bit about me For my hometown, break down a little history for you Myrtle and
