Tłumaczenie: Wada. Many Faces.
Tłumaczenie: K Wybór. Too Many Happy Faces.
Tłumaczenie: Taetre. Prince Of Many Faces.
that we see, the many faces of our lives When you find it hard to breathe, never keep it all inside Which one should I be, the many faces of our lives
I know you know Don't play the idiot Your guess is I'm not at home But you're clear like car windows Watch it pile up till we can't see Engulfed in crust
Everyone knew she was a special young girl From her neighbors to her teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the
better off never caring what I say (never caring what I say) [Chorus: Eyedea] I been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces I don't miss none of
know I'm here As a musician, as a friend, as a teacher, as a student To grow and realize everything is in constant movement Each problem that we face
pave an agnostic a place to lay in decay in toxic waste So most every identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly painted on a robotic face
the memory of that hoping the future holds something better than the past so why do I spend my time runnin' away? when the truth is right here in the mirror inside my dying face
am lost cause I'm my own tour guide And if I ever talk to myself I'll probably tell lies So for now I sit in this disfigured toadstool Showing the face
I'm here to break my own ball and chain Hoping the [?] to be completely sane Nothings to gain if image blocks the only chance for change When I expand
[Verse 1] Sometimes it's best to give up the fight All that really matters is I know that I'm right I can't be following anyone else's ideal path of
[Eyedea] Why they always looking at me, like there's something on my face man No matter where I go, I'm always feeling out of place And I know I'm not
I just want a send a special, special thank you today Anyone who donated a little of something in the collection can God won't forget you Now this next
[Eyedea] I got a little story to tell See it was September 1st, 1999, the day of my death My back was on the cold concrete as I take my last breath Saw
I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and
She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah But they took her away Tossed