a dream Night must be our daily bread Or never what they seem A voice in the dark Knowing a better kind of love A voice like a spark Careless whisper
a sailor, forming winds Both foul and fair all swarm Down in Carlisle, he loved A lady many years ago Here beside him stands a man A soldier from the
in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion This my daily devotion that verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a
Billowing in the flood of suffering Cannot believe that there's nothing left to find Only frost and lonely shivering The light of the last candle slowly dies Not a voice not a
up?it's the voice of the streets It doesn't take much?just a voice and a beat You can keep a crowd hyper Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a
quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying with cheap
go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck With one a' those fancy sidebands? Get four-on-the-floor and two on the door Get a power mike in yer jaw-hand
it a chance to sing But at least it was a chance to eat! Black Bottom Written by DeSylva, Brown & Henderson Performed by Judy Garland They call it black bottom A new swisher A
my hips were flatter. If my voice was warm. If I could concentrate- I'd be in the Follies. I'd be in a cabaret. Gentlemen in tall silk hats And linen
catastrophe Muddled hours are still lost A weird module at my neck Curious voice that talks to me Piercing eyes that hit my back A dream crawls through my sleep A
a fancy way to show, that you were only unpredictable well it suits the best in you. we're embraced in cold and darkness and a time of blinds and fakes
king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right
I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right Voice
poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion This my daily devotion, that verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop you owe me a promotion Yeah, I do a
catastrophe Muddled hours are still lost, a weird Module at my neck Curious voice that talks to me Piercing eyes that hit my back A dream crawls through my sleep A
the limit's behind And your way leads to distance fancy and light. Follow the voice of your innermost dream But remember you'll never retreat. You see a