I speak of people whose game is disguise The myth of flavour appears with no sign 'Cause I see it coming just like a long lost friend A temple of rubble
old show, maybe you don't know Go and find some reasons to live There are different ways to hear this There are different ways to learn And there maybe years when you're lost
SHOW, MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW, GO AND FIND SOME REASONS TO LIVE.... THERE ARE DIFFERENT WAYS TO HEAR THIS, THERE ARE DIFFERENT WAYS TO LEARN, AND THERE MAYBE YEARS WHEN YOU'RE LOST
I speak of people whose game is disguise The myth of flavour appears with no sign 'Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend A temple of rubble,
Tulkojums: Paradise Lost. Nav iemesla.
Tulkojums: Paradise Lost. Hands Of Reason.
: I speak of people whose game is disguise The myth of flavour appears with no sign 'Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend A temple of rubble
I speak of people whose game is disguise The myth of flavour appears with no sign 'Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend A temple of rubble
you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
Hip-Hop bred... Common: From the spiritual world my former life has developed First person I lost close to me was Stella Some of my mellows Lost
our time, They chose such evil, Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, Low, low The reasons why, we hear.. Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Wow, wow, The reasons why, we hear.. [
They were cutting from stone Some dreams of their own But they listened to mine anyway I'm not sure what I'm trying to say It could be I've lost my
Summer in the city, world is ending this way That's why I stay so close to the action A parade just for my satisfaction 'Cause no one knows the reason
Bartholemew bring me a fork There's a Minstrel Parade on TV Let the lights glow, an excellent reason To stay home tonight Oh, the old men wave their
If you can still believe I can take you there Come on and get down with the thug love that's in the air It ain't no reason, reason to stop believin',
've had my share Acts of treason Slipping right through my hands What am I waiting for Sometimes I feel Like I live in a dream Alone in my paradise lost
