Real talk, Usher, just blaze, you know Oh, oh (You, you're gonna want me back) It's the last words she said to me Now I'm wishing she was still here
Ich spA?rte nichts mehr. Mein Geist war frei. Frei von seiner materiellen Last, von Zeit, Raum. Ich glaube, dass sich meine Seele nicht lange gewunden
(Und dennoch hast du, was uns alle verbindet, in dir!) Ich kann das verletzte Gewebe und die blutig auseinander klaffenden Wunden A?berall an meinem
Wenn ich doch nur wA?sste (was ich nicht weiA?), warum ich hierher kam (und wohin es mich treibt). Vielleicht um zu schlafen (tief und fest), um fA?r
The mysteries of a hidden past. Precession of the planetary relations. Restitution of a genuine consciousness. Return to the haven of the first and the
Vlad, lord of cruelty and pain, come to my dreams, show me your hell. Welcome foreigner to the kingdom of sadism, in this garden of hell there's a place
And obedient to commands Thine eyes impose on me Caressed by thine scathing hands I fall, one more, for thee In storm and in darkness I found delight
rest assured i've taken a sacred and to rest is to soak up a fragrance and if i'm callous what does it make you wait for december justify assailance fuels
Tears are in you for me my... somehow restless annoying peacefully, to all for our time feeling could it be, you The past is all what we will become,
guan qi man shi bu zhu de yang qi dian zhe yan ti hui wei ni de hu xi shou shuo nao li wei wan de qi ling dui zhe kong qi huan xi zhe ni de wen ti tui
(feat. Jadakiss) [Just Blaze] Real talk. Usher, Just Blaze. [Usher] Oh! Oh ho! (Mmm you gonna want me back) [Is the last words she said to me now
[Chorus: Chamillionaire] Hold up maaane Watch me come down in new riiiides mane Watch me swang wide with when my riiiide change Colors, it ain't a thang
Warped to a different level of thought Mind is corroding becoming distraught Childhood terrors return from the past Living in torment I don't think I'
The mysteries of a hidden past. Precession of the planetary relations. Cosmology, a linear or circular cast? Restitution of a genuine consciousness. Return
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In those woods, I still remember the odours The moistened bed where I chose to sleep Surrounded by my own crimson liquor of existence, I started to
Je dois rien a personne, si ce n?est a Dieu, Ma mere, FF, mes Enfoires et moi meme J'ai grandi a Marseille, ci et la, j'y ai fait ci et ca Jusqu'a bosser
