celle-la, c'est la, c'est That there, that's the, that's la quoi? the what? C'est la danse des Negresses Vertes
ves que muero. Soy tu piel, mis labios hablan por tí, te espero en sueños. No ves que muero por ... Verte reír, Sólo verte
Duele verte con un tipo al que le faltan las ideas Y le sobran argumentos Duele verte anestesiada porque asi se dio la cosa Porque asi quiso tu suerte
acabo el tiempo No quiero verte mas llorar Dejemos de sufrir y actuar No vale la pena lastimar Lo que el tiempo quiere recordar No quiero verte mas
I met an old king yesterday he was standing on the mountain side and though he wore peasants clothes
a grayish torch turns the way to you and your ways and I pull my hand through clouds pull the moister down on me down on you tears of ice and snow I'm
forever I am alone in my sin won't you admit you're there with me till never I'll fly through a sand storm won't you chain yourself to satan's nightmares
well I went out in the dead of night; saw you no one would know that the liquid you drink will kill you for the sake of your heart just for the sake of
ball and chain ball and chain have you ever gotten your butt whipped did you ever go to prison have you ever had your pride ripped just 'cause no one
liquid dripping morals slipping did you ever know that the dark could hold your brightest day well guess what yeah so hold me tight so love me true lived
(C) standin' 'round with a shadow cross my face shunned by all,a Jesus freak I'm different, not normal, dressed to formal, not like them (C) well, I don
I don't need your acusations second rate abomination your heart is degenerating your "love mix" needs new combination with the fire of love burns the
WORDS Vert and Charlotte Elliott when you fall you don't get up when you're high you're coming down and it's a dark world just another strung out teenage
here i stay till i die for the pain of movin's to great they say to come out, but i don't move for this is safe here i stay, never to move. i'll stay
I know my frown looks like a smile and the sobbing seems like laughter you thought the tears were blood my private pain a flood she's your way she's your
A piece of chalk skratching the board a fork tapping the plate dogs barking at space a million zits trying to dominate the same face It's all annoying
You carried me in a rocket ship to the farren moon so you brought me in an unworthy ship to the bottom of a bottomless sea I ate it all up and you looked
Paintin' pictures on the wall tellin' of God the creator of all someone took our paints away they can't stand truth in the raw (C) Christian bigot tellin