They said it's normal but they're keeping me dumb and hot I fell all I could take, it's a rolling and sneak and I'd be brave while my
Beijos sem paix+úo, crimes sem castigo, aperto de m+úos
It's the it is - the way things are
I'm slippin' out America, mass hysteria
I do not believe in the pretty sky
diverso per me
This life we live is an open door
When the hangover this morning had a personality
uma represa, um apartheid
He was part of the music scene
As youÔÇÖre drifting
Ich sehe mich nicht satt.
(Suave)que tienen tus besos
satisfied with things that leave me tired
So tell me the legend, tell me the story
(From here the lyrical discourse degenerates into brutish flurries =
Mein Finger ist schon steif von der bl+Âden Warterei.
No matter what you do, play it son
Tearing with nails in human souls
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes