I've got these habits that I cannot I've got these habits that I can't I've got these habits that I cannot break I found life out on the weekdays When
Be sure it's true when you say, 'I love you' It's a sin to tell a lie Millions of hearts have been broken Just because these words were spoken I love
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words: "What
No estar sola nada mas Mirar atras, cuatro anos mas "la parejita" pronto, muebles de estilo y la honra Sin conversacion minima ilusion Un beso mal
As I wait for atonement Trapped in the heat of the moment Feelin' like I can't control it As I wait for atonement Trapped in the heat of the moment
You're in the arms of another where you've no right to be We've made vows together your love isn't free You're making your plans now our love's gone with
Won't you listen? 'Cos I'm at it again Lightning striking and on that you can depend They say that lightning never strikes the same place twice Gods of
Overkill, enough is enough There's nothing left of me to devour You've had your fill, I'm all I have left What can stop your hunger for power? 'Cos you
I hear you breathing though you're so far away Can you just go where you're going to? I couldn't give a damn or two about a fool like you That's true
If none of us believe in war Then can you tell me what the weapon's for? Listen to me everyone If the button is pushed there'll be nowhere to run Giants
It is the voice of your laughter that echoes in vain In the vessel of your sorrow and pain It is the beat of a heart that you hear in your mind Somethings
Like moths to a flame Is man never gonna change Time's seen untold aggression And infliction of pain If that's the only thing that's stopping war Then
If we're offensive and pose a threat You fear what we represent is a mess You've missed the message that says it all And you'll never know why Oh no,
Trapped in a lonely body, I'm losin' control Can't show my emotions and I'm losing my soul Could it be that I'm obsessed with feeding my disease I couldn
In this awful world of sorrow On this wicked path of sin Never thinking of tomorrow Or what I'd lose in the end Oh I can hear (oh I can hear) the
Amor, de la calle Amor, de la calle Amor, de la calle Amor, Amor Cheka Perdido moribundo sin sus labios por el mundo yo no encuentro la manera de olvidarla
On the fringes of torso and lips Straining to hear the voice of gospel choir Pummeled plains and beaten fields We're never broken in spirit within But
Well, I've got a will but I want yours I've got a growing heap Of crosses and burdens I've simply lost heart to shoulder Simply no strength to lift I