Yo no quiero pensar ke seria de la vida sin vos nadie te ve pasar sos un ser perdido en la multitud y nadie imagina el bien quee causas a tu alrededor
These things crawl across my floor I can't use them anymore There's a heaven in her band Alleluias in my hand All my patience love's inside She just
busta rhymes- i keep my hand in the air with official my money in it, getting my point across damn! im so able back up in da building they know my niggas
His father smiled And the sparkle in his eye In the house not home behind closed doors They hide their fakes between the floors In the house not home
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabelle Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in his cradle Ah
Here she comes catching on fire again Casting all restraints to the wind Fanning out her flame to little men Well, they never gonna take your heart away
Sometimes her mother will work with her But There's nothing wrong with her There's nothing wrong with her There's nothing wrong So such is life that
Bring a Torch Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in
it's not what you get it's what you will give i've been the other way seen this thing before and what are lessons time we have spent just look the other
I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song With your avenger eyes in your cat like ways I can hold you You are a fool for me to
Searching in the darkness, searching for the light Looking to the darkness, putting up a fight Iron chains surround you, you try to make a run Someone
Misguided satellite I circle by habit Can't find my orbit to save my life I want to fall, I want to burn Like an ignorant crater less meteorite Long
I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you You are a fool for me to
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folks of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah
[Triumphant warmarch] Bringer of Sword Bringer of Flames Bringer of Steel Bringer of Pain The galloping hordes, marching and slaying Pounding hooves
I'm carryin' a torch for you I'm carryin' a torch You know how much it costs To keep carryin' a torch Flame of love it burns so bright That is my desire
This town has no seasons it's the middle of October, and you'd think there'd be a nice, cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong). The summer lingers here
You are, you are You are everything in time and space Forget the face you knew You are, you are This was written in the afternoon The ancient runes