I hope this song can tell you how I feel tonight You are my first dissection spilling my insides Let's write our names with the blood that's in our cheeks
How I, how I, how I How I, how I learned my lesson Mine is a big pink house A preacher knocking on the door With a self-righteous preacher going in But
"Don't even try to read our mind" His lovely teacher told in her soft voice "Our minds and hearts are of another kind If you want to learn you've got
1, 2, 3, 4 First you cuddle up beside me nice and near Then you whisper all the things I long to hear That's the first lesson in love Mm, that's how
(Cseh Tams - Beremnyi Gza) Egy hfehr jszakn Fjodor Mihajlovics Ptervrott megll, mgtte senki sincs csak egyvalaki, s mert sejti hogy ki, htra se nzve szl
paulatim evanescat. Obrigescunt formae et nox regnum suum celebrat. Anima mae signum cerae occultorum sinu totae claritatis secretorum scindit... Incipit lectio
[Verse 1- Mike Shinoda] The microphone molester, machete undresser Stupid dope fresh type shit resurrector Top Gun miramar Best-of-the-bester The leave
You know I 'm not one to crawl in a shell But it was one of those days I wasn't sure of myself It was nothing too serious just a curious mood This old
Am I getting older? I'm losing all my touch Falling for the ordinary, walking with a crutch Make a little false step and suddenly you're marked Lights
la la la la la la la la la Anticipate you grace to stage begin to play that stunning way all eyes on u , wearing all black suit the crowd goes silent
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Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket The condiment aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Made eye contact with a solitary pickle Bought
Non ce la fanno i belli muoiono tra le fiamme: sonniferi, veleno per i topi, corda, qualunque cosa........ si strappano le braccia, si buttano dalla finestra
[Written by Steven Wilson] I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's
Se potessi io, tornare piccolo di nuovo un bambino mi vorresti tu? mi porti a scuola e poi ritorni a prendermi sarebbe un sogno ma cosi bello che non
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-LESSON NUMBER ONE- Three Little Boys in a wishing well Are secretly gathering wishes to sell While our Bobby's asleep He dreams of his cent in the deep
See the children play Listen to the things they say One-on-one to one another They're just having fun Finding out it can be done They don't seperate by