Beat Us
Yesterday when you opened your eyes
In the morning, and you rushed my soul
Memories connect them all to her
Have I lost you again, possibly amidst forever
The strong winds have shaken me inside
When you touch me, I feel it
When you touch me, I feel you
You've become my addiction
My mental preoccupied obsession
To hear your voice I extend toward the sun
Eating makes me think of you
This city has become your face
Strangling myself in my silence
When you touch me, I feel it
When you touch me, (I feel you)
When you touch me, I feel it
When you touch me, (I feel you)
I feel it... I feel it... I feel it...
Have I lost you again, with the possibility of forever
The strong winds have shaken me inside
The sun barely giving of herself
I'm strangled in my aloneness, lockness
Lock this before it's gone
Winds have shaken me inside
The sun barely giving of herself
I'm strangled in my aloneness, lockness
Lock this before it's gone
The collaboration and association
Hear the story of another woman in time
Giving permission for buying a gift
For the bearer of the selfish
(when you touch me)
Yesterday when you opened your eyes
In the morning, and you rushed my soul
Memories connect them all to her
Eating makes me think of you
This city has become your face
Strangling myself in my silence
When you touch me, I feel it
When you touch me, (I feel you)
When you touch me, I feel it
When you touch me, (I feel you)
I feel it... when you touch me...
Похожие новости.
Thug Nigga
[Talking] Yeah nigga, Z-Ro the Crooked Hollin' at all my real niggaz out here, that's handling they bidness Know I'm saying, being that motherfucking man they 'pose to be Guide they seeds in the
Шар В Небо Голубое
Муз: О.Попков Сл. О.Попков Зима вокруг, зима, зима. Нас за столом уже не двое. И что же делать нам с тобою, Когда вокруг зима, зима. Колючим снегом замело К душе единственной дорогу, И сердце больно бьёт
Must Be Santa
Who's got a beard that's long and white Santa's got a beard that's long and white Who comes around on a special night Santa comes around on a special night Special Night, beard that's
Белый Прочерк
Муз: Натан Сл. Д.Тамбовский Белый лист, белый прочерк - Вместо слов и вместо строчек - Две любви, два ожидания. Зачем тебе ночь изгнания, Бежать на четыре стороны Свиданья и расставания, И мысли твои, как вороны? Река -
Лживая-красивая
Что ты ждёшь, что ты наделала глупая сука. У тебя нет слов, чтобы себя оправдать. Суд присяжных вынес приговор «Виновна!!!», проваливай с глаз моих я не хочу тебя знать Что ты ждёшь,