cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me in
译文: 儿女. 我在舞蹈.
sorries cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me
You count the centuries, I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters
so good night ladies and good night gentlemen keep those cards Letters coming and please don't Call again. geronimo and little nancy marilyn and john f. dancing
left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigal sons and wayward daughters Carry mandalas that they might Be delivered from the depths of darkness And born again by candlelight And
misery, in misery, in misery We are living in misery but we have to hold on Yes, we have to hold on You and I, we are the sons and daughters of kings
to rape And bought into Hollywood and Hefner's sly hate Millions of Marilyns who died for their lovers Seducing a culture of good sons and daughters Reading
up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin' Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And
their backs on sons and daughters. The more I try read up, the more I find I can't keep up, but yet and still the dance is heating up. CHORUS Ram It
love Hit the town and it's astounding me, she fits me like a glove I'm downing it, she downing it, we drown ourselves in love And love tastes good to me
me ... And I wish the same for you Something to hold onto I wish the same for you A chance for love We are not so different Sons and daughters, you and
And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target Seven approaching a measure off the map And you'll see me dance in the street once again [Chorus x3] And
i know she is a groupie from the 70's Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys Your mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off Chris
born to test a nation Let me go, let me shoulder up to angels Walk this street without fear of strangers Let me move move conscious sons and daughter
's music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the 24th of June, the day before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters and all assembled there
