comfort and can't you see Well, I can't give it I never could So let me breathe And please don't dye your hair Raise your hands and say you're free
Tłumaczenie: Deep Blue Something. Raise Your Hands.
.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed his hands
m tired of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep [drums] Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought Falling off the deep end without a bungee
to dust Is raised from its slumber to beckon us on Nathrac! They ripped your innards out Defiled the sacred land But I believe the power remains Reach out your hand
twirly, fillmore ... Hey, right hand from a heart Left hand from a heart Right hand from a heart Left hand from a left shoulder To the heart. fillmore
moment on From this moment I have been blessed I live only for your happiness And for your love I'd give my last breath From this moment on I give my
twirly, twirly, twirly! Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore . . . Hey! RIGHT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH LEFT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH RIGHT HAND FROM THE HEART-UH LEFT HAND
