to be too much So, look at me now So, look at me now So, look at me now So, look at me now Just look at me
NEED IT THE MOST, MOST SUBTLE UNNECESSARY TROUBLE. ABUSING TOO MUCH, REGARDLESS THE SMALLEST TASTE IS HARMLESS SO LOOK AT ME NOW. SO LOOK AT ME NOW
Traducere: Paradise Lost. Uită-te la mine acum.
I NEED IT THE MOST, MOST SUBTLE UNNECESSARY TROUBLE. ABUSING TOO MUCH, REGARDLESS THE SMALLEST TASTE IS HARMLESS SO LOOK AT ME NOW. SO LOOK AT ME NOW
you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
are trying to put the blame on something else rather than sometimes looking at ourselves recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look
me They're not too proud of me, they're not too proud of me I'm never gonna be, it's so plain to see you are not like me Look at what you've done to
the satellites, flight takes me over cattle stocks Blocks of ice, I began to flock, flock, flock, flock across mecca With a rigid projector, seeking my scepter, looking, at
older They know not to wait up for the sun They look over my shoulder At the maps and the drawings Of the journey I've begun Now the distance leads me
going down A cruiser pulled us over Right across the line Booked us in as vagrants In holding tank number nine You learn how to flat pick When you're looking at
really have it made now New Rayban shades but I'm a heartache on parade now I walk around with the blues I need some sensible shoes Sensible shoes, ones that will lead me
asked me to become your shade But why should I be made to run At the end of the parade? Love is not that way at all Love is not that way Looking back now
to you Grabbed the first cab that I saw But lost my destination Looking at deserted streets I bumped in to you All I needed was your love Even now it
on the bus (people on the bus) There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us Paradise, lost and found Paradise, take a look around I was out
me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at
gave me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at
rain, it's our own parade Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you, you're looking at now Who you looking at now? Who you looking at now
