The water level's rising, the water level's rising Everyone alive sing: Who will turn the tide? Bring about land grabs sand bags bring 'em out It's hard
At the age of 15 your life is defined, it's measured in ounces and grams The wisdom of ages is soon pushed away for a crystal that's purchased in drams
Maybe we need just a little more time Time that can heal what's been on your mind You can find what we lost before it all slips away We need time to mend
I'm gonna crack one day I'll just leave and go my way They might say i quit ask me if i give a shit I'll put it out and place one bet the day i crack
The city streets are wet again with rain But I'm walkin' just the same Skies turn to the usual grey When you turn to face the day And love don't show
El chaval con la samarreta del Barca numero 10 ni Nike ni nada que compro por doce euros a algun paqui en el Raval. El chaval con la que dice Messi lleva
AJA Hey You! Todo el mundo conspira porque no les conviene que sea grande por eso soy yo contra el mundo no creo en nadie no me importa el medio rapero
wait for me behind the walls behind the sky revolution finds the road to ease our minds can we walk outside and leave our fragile pride within the holes
Between the cracks in the sky lies a gambler's vacation the odds are as sweet as a white desert heat gravity keeps to the shade as the sunlight drains
(Ahh's) turn this page and make it all go away can't take back the past make it go away chorus: set me free from this cage you call my life help
I shed my skin when the party was about to begin I'm light years away but I'm walking back tonight of all nights When I should be feeling just right Don
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I don't live there anymore there's too many windows and too many doors look out there's fog in the way of all that you're doing and all that you say
beautiful, but never found her head Just a sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo Just one good blow to the fissure
[Thurston] small flowers crack concrete narcotic squads sweep thru poet dens spilling coffe grabbing 15 yr old runaway girls by frazzled ponytailed
Intro: Mondo marcio Sto vedendo una cosa che non mi piace.. Sto vedendo una cosa che non mi piace.. Sto vedendo una cosa che non mi piace..ma possa il
Had do we cope With the days after a death? Empty days, nothing left Not even a funeral I see shapes falling inside Paintings Animals and humans, row