And if your wings lay unbroken would they still unfold? And if we collaborate in synch then we would not fall So you tempt me into being what's sought
And if your wings lay unbroke would they still unfold And if we collaborate in synch then we would not fault So you tempt me into being what's sought
Oversettelse: Hundre Grunner. Svar.
Brothers and sisters We are here for one reason and one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you, country music without prejudice, hey
almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons
So I'll go And keep getting stronger on the way... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time I am here for joy, I am here for sorrow There is a reason
Messages no one will ever hear Ten thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred
in every hood Heartless villain, money driven killin' And bury my opposition, for a pot to piss in Knickerbock position, listen A hundred carats in
, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous Who can blame him? He answers
a hundred, but it's best to make a grand My granny got sick and then they found cancer We got to pay the doctors but God got the answer The surgery
; I am worried, I am concerned. There are reasons, can't be explained. And there are questions, that have no answers. That's the reason I want to
't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small
don't fear if you hear A foreign sound in your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing Some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small
me a call Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay And your conscience is low Conscience is low Ninety nine Two hundred and five Pyrite Trickles
I need a reason to get up /before I wash my face The junkies the Hookers the dealers the place kickin' off my covers / trippin' off the fact that I
can't see the reason why, let it be, Just let me dream, let me breathe, and I'll let you dream. But you know you have the answer, I see the one man jury
