what to do With someone like you Yeah, I know what to do With someone like you Ohh, I know what to do With someone like you I know what to do
Traducció: Living Colour. Algú Com Tu.
in need You opened you heart (opened up your heart) I needed you to comfort me You opened you arms (opened up your arms) I couldn't face another day You
a breeder wont bore you, what happened to a time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats
Lyrics: Robert and Grant were you born or just conceived? whatever comes, crosses me there's no routine, I've never lived like this what can I say? there
) it's a wonderland (makes no difference, day or night) (`cos I won't go down without a fight) i'd like to introduce you to a special substance, good for you
Do you go to them or do you let them come to you Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude Deny yourself and hope someone will see And live like
way Colours in your mind, satisfy in time Oh you, you know you must be blind To do something like this, To take the sleep that you don't know You're
i dont want to live that way No i dont want i dont want to live No i dont want to live I dont want to live I dont want to live I dont know what ive
like the story my grandma tells About when a bird Hits your window And someone you know Is about to die Autumn's here, autumn's here It's ok if you
go get want you want Take all you can (Repeat ChorusA? You gotta wake up Take what you wanna take You gotta wake up Make what you gonna make You
way Colours in your mind satisfy your time Oh you, you know you must be blind To do something like this To take the sleep that you don't know You're
way Colours in your mind satisfy your time Oh you, you know you must be blind To do something like this To take the sleep that you don't know You're giving
buy it now and you will never have sorrow the ultra-time has come but it is more like a bad dream when history's dirty scenes happen live on the TV screen
tasting So much blood is lacking now I dreamt for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you
grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, That once living flesh defiled in the hell That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you
've never met you Philip Morris but I know You treat me like I was the son you never killed I am your servant and yes you have raised me well Will you
on the arms of the karma man Fairy tale skin, depicting scenes from human zoos Impermanent toys like peace and war a gentle face you've seen before
