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For The Fallen Dreams Brothers In Arms

through life so make things harder on yourself. This is a test of what you've become, all that i ask of you is your blood in arms, this is a test of

Pony hair, Louboutins let you pet that Ferrari engine like the trunk got a jet pack Looking pretty on my arms what you best at PUSH! [Miguel] Even when the sky comes fallin

one Or are you selling your baby a dream (Am I a sucker for love, a sucker for love) Hey lover, am I the only one Or are you selling your baby a dream

should Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood In the mud and rain What are we fighting for? Is it worth the pain? Is it worth dying for? Who will take

late But while waiting outside the delivery room He could tell that something was going wrong For too many doctors were rushing in With none coming out for

make up y'mind yet, 'bouts de mammy o' yo' dreams? Harry: You bet! I've waited all my life for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I could

Descended from Emerson, into this life Falling, falling, falling into my seventh life My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain Mother, a flower girl

Banquo and I we silently ride Brothers in arms side by side There's a fog which falls on the weary soul It engulfs our souls as we head for home The

one Or are you selling your baby a dream? Am I a sucker for love, a sucker for love? Hey lover, am I the only one Or are you selling your baby a dream