Love ‘Em Or Leave ‘Em
Blowing'cross the universe
Like a shooting star that lost its way
Looking back with no regrets
Living for what hasn't happened yet
Love 'em or leave 'em
No rhyme or reason
Break out to make out
No change in the season
Love 'em or leave 'em
Put out or get out
Simple survival
No more denial
Love 'em or leave 'em
Roller coaster flies oft the track
Hits you in the face, stabs you in the back
They Jake your right, leave nothing left
Steal you blind, your mind and leave you deaf
Love 'em or leave 'em
No rhyme or reason
State of the nation
Pure intoxication
Feel the vibration
The anticipation
Simple survival
No more denial
Dont wanna waste no time
I'm never losing track
I've seen it all and so much more
But I ain't seen nothing yet
Love 'em or leave 'em
No rhyme or reason
State of the nation
Pure intoxication
Feel the vibration
The anticipation
Simple survival
No more denial
Love 'em or leave 'em
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Humenology
Music by Konstantin Meladze Original Russian lyrics by Konstantin Meladze English lyrics by Yuriy Kaminskiy VIP AND CELEBRITY EXISTENCE, KEEPING THESE FASHION VICTIMS AT A DISTANCE, GLOBAL WORLD ADORATION, SEXUAL ADMIRATION, HUNGRY EYES AND MY BODY
Просто Ветер
Муз: О.Попков Сл. О.Попков Непогода, Просто ветер. Он спросил, А я ответил. Пролетая, Вдруг заметил И забыл Наверняка, Пока. Он не ждал, А я напомнил. До краёв Опять наполнил. Вот и всё, Теперь ты вспомнил, А она Так далека, Пока! Постой, Возьми меня с собой За давнею мечтой, За новою весной, Где
Lay Me Down (And Love The World Away)
I'm not mad at nothing baby try to understand I don't care what happened yesterday I'm just glad that you're so glad to see my face again That's all that's important anyway And
Parachute
I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned Won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody They want to push me
Терема
Ах, как трудно мне, Ах, как мне трудно! Не хватает, порой, мне Ни сил и ни слов! И обиды моей Голос трубный Громче всех на свете Земных, земных голосов. Понастроила сама Из надежд терема. И ищу я теперь Своего, того, в