Oh, ah, ooooo.
I've got a thousand words that I never spoke, see I broke down codes at an early age, filled the page, filled my ears with rage, sound in my headphones
Shakespeare picks at a plate of words Van gogh doesn't know half of what he's heard Pablo picasso's at the bottom of the sea Painting all the fish in
I can't let you go tonight without a fight Oh you been sending love signs that feel so right When we move you talk of love I understand Oh baby there
It was august. summer of '82. you had that rusty old car and me I had nothing better to do you picked me up. we hit the road. baby me and you. we shot
When is there too much talk too many words About the same old things The same things you've heard A thousand times before I can't listen no more It's
Sjung sA?nger fA¶r mig pA? radion Sjung fA¶r mig igen, du A¤r som rA¶k Sjung sA?nger fA¶r mig om varma gator sjung fA¶r mig igen, mitt hjA¤rta tyst Oh
Ooh-ooh Yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Baby, Baby Tengo, que decirtelo (Rosanna Talks) A mi vida llegaras Yeah Esto mirar, a sonreier
Can't say I don't love her Still I can't pretend That my heart is torn just knowing that I'm losing my best friend If it's easier said than done Then
I've been all around the world, I've been a new sensation But it doesn't really matter, in this g-generation The sophmore slump is an uphill battle And
what does it mean when you have nothing to say, when the memmories and contant thoguhts wont go away. theres something about you that i cant let go but
[Chorus: Swel Boogie] I could tell you wanna grab the mic because you're thirsty Hoping you gonna get some shine but you're not worthy Let me hear you
Like a liar, like a thief Like a worn-torn child who needs release I'm feeling hazy force from the blow I just can't find the words to let you know I
People try to judge me They will never know me Try to see within me All I know is all I own Everybody's moving Get the feeling groovin' Send The Rhythm
Relapse Prevent trigger intent Now drown High strung Say X amount of words You're solar, bipolar Panic disorder Seems harder and harder and harder
Schenk mir ein paar Worte Fast ein Jahr ist vorbei Stunden des Glücks für uns zwei ich wünschte die Zeit würde nie mehr vergeh'n
I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet My fool's mouth was filled with the dust from the street An out of work court jester with nowhere