Expel at cost I've looked for valuation Return what's lost I've thrived on agitation I live in fear Fear of my contradiction Free my eyes of fire Greed
EXPEL AT COST I'VE LOOKED FOR VALUATION RETURN WHAT'S LOST IVE THRIVED ON AGITATION I LIVE IN FEAR FEAR OF MY CONTRADICTION FREE MY EYES OF FIRE GREED
译文: 失乐园. 摇摆.
: EXPEL AT COST I'VE LOOKED FOR VALUATION RETURN WHAT'S LOST IVE THRIVED ON AGITATION I LIVE IN FEAR FEAR OF MY CONTRADICTION FREE MY EYES OF FIRE
LOST IVE THRIVED ON AGITATION I LIVE IN FEAR FEAR OF MY CONTRADICTION FREE MY EYES OF FIRE GREED, MY HEART DESIRES IM FREE THIS WAY NO LOVE IS LOST
to this, so say this while you're grazin' Original man's a black man, said by a Caucasian Watchin' a culture be stolen from Asia Whether minor or major, science I swayed
letter words Won't hold any sway, uh, uh And in a paradise That shakes the word romantic to the bone Mystical forces are circling me While perfect nostalgia is dating the enemy Lost
all Yes, it's better, for no matter what the cost I held the world in sway, an emperor for a day And thanks again for taking me on the road to paradise We lost
Rain the rains of a lost angel's day. Her face washed over and over, again and again; Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red: Our love dissolved
Lost there in a rainbow haze All praise as we dance in its corridors All part of these grand displays Behold every lover who's ever born All lost in their
have the time of our lives A fiesta we'll always remember Tonight we will taste paradise Life is sweet and we treasure each moment Moving closely with me as we sway
. Yes it's better, for no matter what the cost I held the world in sway, an emperor for a day And thanks again for taking me on the road to paradise. We lost
I'm lost, I'm afraid A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat To the roof of a car on the road in the dark And it's snowing If I'm more, then it means less
letter words won't hold any sway (uh uh) And in a paradise that shakes the word romantic to the bone Mystical forces are circling me, while perfect nostalgia is dating the enemy Lost
stick to this, so say this while you're grazin Original man's a black man, said by a caucasian Watchin a culture be stolen from Asia Whether minor or major, science I swayed
words won't hold any sway (uh uh) And in a paradise that shakes the word romantic to the bone Mystical forces are circling me, while perfect nostalgia is dating the enemy Lost
the coast of Bombay [Hook] Something like love, something like hope Something like beautiful, something I wrote But postcards from paradise rarely sent to me Postcards from paradise
