Gonna show them, yea man And ah Emperor Selassie I Ah him we hail ow The ancient of days never coil Rastafari love prevail ey Can't cool can't quench
So dizzy I can't close my eyes So love sick I wanna be with you tonight So desperate I think I'll hit the bars So tired of not having you in my arms
Once it started the frail and fainthearted Just withered to the floor Oh, so sadly we examined hands burned badly By that which no man fears more The
Well you tried so hard to change the story It was love but it was nothing new Just a question of a moment's glory For someone to take it all from you
(Junsu ) Yami ni ukabu Tsuki no suteeji ni Odoru kimi wo Yume mitan da (Micky) Fukai fukai yume no kizu wo (U-know) Hitotsu hitotsu seowanaide
[Lyrics by Robert Yench, Music by John McEntee] Spurn all past allegiance Curse and reject the law with abhorrence Before the mighty and ineffable Master
Tonight my eyes won't close, the absolution is too late. And so are my words as they travel to you, they give the wrong sign. They give the wrong sign
Never thought I'd miss her, it's hurting so much Never thought I need her, rejected her touch My heart has caught on fire, I'm losing my mind I never
Brah these silences around me Wrap these silences around me With the darkness all that i see Societies of bitter temper these headstones I pedal through
I've said goodbye to the light. I've seen my last sunrise. I've gone through the mortal death. I'm a spirit of supernatural flesh. I've lived to see
(Instrumental)
Drum, base, this is the way I hold my back Drum, base, this is the way I hold my back I hold my drum, base, this is the way I hold my back Drum, base
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Gonna show them Yea man And ah Imperor Selassie I Ah him we hail ow The aincient of days never coil Rastafari love prevail Ey CHORUS Can't cool can't
Gira la terra intorno senza fare rumore. Colpe di secoli il tempo coprira Lungo quella costa il mare quanta forza avra! Il sole cala piano. Tu pensavi
Ce matin-la En me levant J'avais bien mal aux dents Oh, la la la J'sors de chez moi Et j'fonce en pleurant Chez un nomme Durand Mm... Mm... Qu'est dentiste
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place At the table of your love I got the brush off At
Purpose to change ones self Appearance is everything to you, my darling Hours of your life dead Driven from wounds from you hospital bed This weight