am now dead and gone I am now breeding fear Deep into your soul You may live on as nothing I am now dead and gone It would be senseless to drag this
Tulkojums: Nav. Miris un aizgāja.
sedity All the high-class girls always acting nitty But showing no pity, in the land Of blunt passing Niggas be everlasting Where Mr. G gone blaze the weed Until I'm dead and gone
Will things make less happy when I get back? Absence makes the heart grow still Abuse the hunt, confuse the kill I know, I know Make the dead feel deader, deader Make the dead
what I see Hey you didn't take that much, baby, out of me Something proud and something strong Fills the absence of a memory that's dead and gone I
I see Hey you didn't take that much baby out of me Something proud and something strong Fills the absence of a memory that's dead and gone I do believe
who in all honesty can call today his own; He who has life and strength enough to say 'Yesterday's dead & gone - I want to live today' James Joyce:
my turn Lay down, this pain will be long gone With the absence of your breath I know, I know that you loved me But I can't love you when you're dead
me And use the best of my discretion on my destiny And all during this phase, you expected straight A's I had F's, absences and thirty late days I understood
our fucking zombified nation does the rest pastic prophets, air-brushed democracy, we're all deaf and dumb because eat and breath the scum, and let it infiltrate and
city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and
settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried
) Ivy, next scene - and Nadia I checked and at no point does the nurse slap Juliet IVY Alack the day, he's gone, he's killed, he's dead Can heaven be
dead so you can feel it too. My muse is a dead soul. My muse is so cold. My muse has a heart of stone. My muse is dead and gone. My muse has the
For what hath passed is gone His sole regret the absence Of desires worthie his teares Until he saw pitie in her eyne Where all the light did shine And
my turn Lay down, this pain will be long gone With the absence of your breath I know that you loved me But I can't love you when you're dead So I'll
the birds" Pete Wilson and his cronies Were nowhere to be found They said, "Big Timber is our business And to the dollar we are bound" Their absence
I take another glass of pain And I swallow knowing things will stay the same I see that everything has gone so wrong for me And I wait and see if I can
