the feeling I know Waiting for something to open my eyes I wait for the feeling to know I'm alive Waiting for something to open my eyes I wait for the
Traducció: Sense Field. Esperant que alguna cosa.
So fast this expedition, so vast this heavy load With a touch of luck and a sense of need Seeing the guns and their faces We looked around the open shore Waiting for something
do something, do something It's too easy not to care You're not ready for the rockin' chair Get up and do something, do something Don't wait too long
, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time for tea and a time for
sits and stares just waiting for her final breath A mix of love and broken heart wishing for her death And on this night I sit here waiting for the end
we move ya Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal Revolutionize with active build I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills For
Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For
guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn prosperity
army began to become a grim reality. Yet for all the unparalleled carnage which had erupted about them, there was one regiment of Imperial troops for
Sits And Stares Just Waiting For Her Final Breath A Mix Of Love And Broken Heart Wishing For Her Death And On This Night I Sit Here Waiting For The End
The only thing I know Do something Do something Don't leave it up for someone else Don't feel sorry for yourself Why don't you do something? Do something
Zaakir] Ayo, my rhythm reveal rollercoaster real deal Revolutionize with active build I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills For
So vast this heavy load With a touch of luck and a sense of need Seeing the guns and their faces We look around the open shore Waiting for something
in 1997 by homonimous title Reedited in Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy on 2009] Angels go - we merely stray, image of a wandering deity, searching for wells or for
myself a real good time downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard where you got to be hard or get jacked it lacked a certain sense of something something basic