I don't know what ends I don't know what makes me feel alive 'Cause all this time I've been alone The bible says it all But when they wrote that book
Is it possible to draw an image Reflected of your own personality When the people that affects you Control your destiny Take it to the limit Where the
I need everybody all around the world to listen I'm gonna talk about what people have a hard time talkin' about Pay close attention Many days I done
This record goes out to all you fake ass Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas Who forget their color, put on a suit an' tie An' escape from
I take a look into my heart Filled by days of remorse I want to feel you But I can't touch you I'm lost in devotion A love that suffers A love like hate
I'm sitting here all alone writing about my past. The forever I shared with you which wasn't forever. Apart from you your touch grows within me. Your
I don't need your words I hear them everytime I die This confirmation... leave me here The sound of disappointment The power of hate The will for an end
Man or a myth, I've been shaped by the hands of the master Fiction or fraud, my path has been laid in this manner Pride of creation, a god in the eyes
Practice what you preach, you can't win I claim victory We're not meant to be, can't you see You are history All is said and done - destination forever
I had a bad day As much as I can give you, girl As much as I can give you, girl As much as I can give you, girl I had a bad day and then I heard what
Blown away Blown away Baby I'm gonna aft blow you away I'm blown [15] You make me feel like a stranger in my own house You got me running around just
Time time, time time We've got time to climb a mountain And time to build a wall By the time we finally build it The wall's already fallen But girl,
This aria concerns the most tragical character of the operetta. It is in its substance a confession of a man of deformed character and dicey morals.
[Stolba Blether:] Ja mizerii Osudu jsem pronasledowan a duse ma jen pochybnostmi prostoupena jest jak maso cerwy prolezle jen ziwot predstiram, ratolest
a notion of divine right one life the pinnacle of all a vision of perfection by way of noble bloodlined birth whispers of self-justification provide constant
(G.Snowcat) The sun goes down We close the door A life is gone Burning the floor If we look back We'll understand That life will never Be the same Is
Now it's time to break the spell Future's written down Is it tears or happiness What's your fate - time will tell Is it left or is it right Elect the