age. Number rules you. Social insecurity. Turn to non-entities. We are bound by this modern age. I was told too many things Held the small hand of hope
Tulkojums: Rīta atkal. Hand Of Hope.
you high and fills your cup /carries And right then I learnt to hope / the point of hope / I knew the way ahead/ to go /
was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again
To look again I never meant to hurt you Said the husband to the wife I only see that I am destined To relive my father's life Look again Look again Look again
laid in a blood puddle Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh No room to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands
He wakes with the glow Of adventure and hope The morning smells sweet And replete with opportunity He dressed into another day Feeling lucky to be alive
to see Back in the high life again High life High life In the high life again We'll be back in the high life again All the doors I closed one time Will open up again
I need to have tonight when you're gone? 'Till you go I need to hold you until the time Your hands reach out and touch me in the morning (Mornings where
there by my side when I depended on you When i give up on life you have me breath again You help me spread my wings so i could fly again And for that
LL and, Lil' Mo Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh, oh When I cry, baby, you cry When we cry, baby, it's like You know, ohh, oh, how love goes Say it again When
gorilla, you want it with Tecca Nina Better eat your wheaties, girl Baby, I hope you ate your wheaties When you see me it won't be easy, yeah Hope your
my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht Put your hands together
? Thinking you could ride the storm out Hoping you would be all right Where were you when they gave a warning? Hundred fifty mile winds by morning Category
the faith, let's hope this war ends soon In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand
it) Don't need a man around If he's throwin' down too fast You gotta work me slowly Then in the morning We'll do it all over again (Do it all over again
's clothing Fucking up all I do And if so here we stop Then never again Will you see this in your life Hang on to the glory of my right hand Here layed
The corn was funny I hoped you enjoyed it I like what we're doing But it's never outspoken So I don't know what to say And I don't know what to do And
