I regret these days in December I could have stopped her then she reaches out and under my skin oh I can feel her reaching in She breaks my days and I
Uh baby this is fire you turn me on your eyes shine in the darkness deep down to my warmth Uh baby let's go higher you turn me on and skin burns from
There is a man sitting in a window watching the late night sun it is chill and breezy, I'm cold but he doesn't seem to understand Escape away through
In my dreams hands are floating and I see your face and I'm not alone In my dreams I feel the force of the light and your love supreme In my dreams all
herself A quiet wind brings her whispering words come and be happy with me 'Cause she wasn't a real goddess when I took her in my arms she lost her immortality in her
This red feeling is not like being blue it's a little wild animal that tears apart your thoughts it eats your brain and eats your soul and after a while
Baby I will surely die for your love so come on honey, I will change your mind name it and I'll procure the time help me honey reach to your sweet mind
... is not allowed to be seen I'm sorry, that's the end of the chat but I'm glad that you could come let's give her a hand & one for the band they are
out in silence as her innocence is broken A shadow came and took her he knew just what to do he stuck his weapon in her saying oh little pearly dirty
Пераклад: Яе асабістая боль. I Got A Man.
Пераклад: Яе асабістая боль. Strivin '.
Пераклад: Яе асабістая боль. Бок.
Пераклад: Яе асабістая боль. \u0026amp; One For The Band.
in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Gold rope wearer, neighborhood terror Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her
of this by the bed of the place where the old woman died it's the same place where she started her life the papers will all say her name probably print
rugged and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin
space and time. And the first... [Jean Grae] Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth The first flashing her purse with a
I'm The Type of Nigga That Be Up In Tha Studio Faithfully, She Ain't Trippin She Wait For Me, I Tell Her When I Get A Break I'm A Break Her, Off So Courageously
