Black marble tiles Shiny dark eyes Reflections glooming bright We can walk for hours Without knowing where we are In a labyrinth of thought Things get
three teeth left his silver smile brushed clean three metal tiles and tiles like parking lots three miles it never stops boy you'll be okay boy your silver
Welcome to Zug Izland... Your very own Zug Izland... Welcome Welcome Zug Izland... Welcome Welcome Zug Izland... Welcome to Zug Izland... Your
[Originally by Led Zeppelin] As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song, And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along. There
Years of sameness make us this way Taking the blame's no longer o.k. Over again some never stray Tortured and bland walk hand in hand Routines are all
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Listen to words which come from up front Experience grows with each and every lesson Playing a game, an inquisition Pay attention, find out what you're
Thread the eye Led by an ill frame of mind Judge to justify End results sometimes lie friends and peers Motives unclear - disappear Facing fear and doubt
I can't find an open door Recall what I was looking for Waste from haste we fail to see Stop to think reluctantly Now? When? Here? Then? Demoralized,
Show us a change or maybe a move But don't be surpised if it can't be proved We help reinforce the things that you do Your behavior will be changed as
I sit looking through a cage Feel the tension and the rage Events evolving without a reason Just a pawn, this political season No hope while efforts
At the end of the day Nerves are worn, a little frayed Move to wash up after toil Look to see the sweat and soil Passion for existence Can't be bought
As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song, And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along. There is no doubt about the words
Uno due tre quattro gatti in croce cinque cani infedeli che abbiano a mezza voce a mezza luna a mezza stella stellina che la notte si avvicina al gran
Il pleut C'est pas ma faute a moi Les carreaux des usines Sont toujours mal laves Il pleut Les carreaux des usines Y en beaucoup d'casses Les filles
There's a hot hard hurt Burning under her skin And it pricks her like thorns And it's needles and pins And it twists in her body And I know what it