Lyrics:
Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get
where
Nobody knows me
I don't wanna name when the days fast [???] the same anyway
Hannah, I feel if I'm lonesome
And now [???]
How it feels to be
bolero
And this line to buy the bread, goes around the entire world anyway
Now picture La Habana
The old streets with colonel air
Problems can't be
have closed by now
Not that there's anyone that you would know anyway
You can't say those last words
Alone but so strong
But tell me how long can you
drive fast, and I drive as far west as anyone can drive
Eight thousand miles from Lithuania and if I could escape
By driving further then I would, but
and breathe in
By the time I count to ten your awake
And you look so, so fresh from the pillow
And the blood hasn't reached your cheeks yet
Hello baby
friends do anyway
The promises you break
The dirty bed you make
And all your little tricks that are keeping me awake
Julianna Julianna
I am almost
This was a dream I had
Was made to burn them sleeping in their beds
His back was turned my way
Our eyes connected anyway
Angel behind me said:
I see them look at me
When I'm passing by
I see their faces turn
I see them wondering why
When I'm walking down the street
They see my
fast
You might as well face the fact
I'm gonna get you back
It's kinda crowded in here tonight
You've got yourself surrounded by every pretty girl in
your momma hold you
Just want to be a roller, money like Tommy Matola
From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders
The world is getting
war, shoot or stab
Class war, it doesn't exist anymore
America's hit by a tsunami of scandals
Politicians where are you now
That this has been
ho likes Wednesdays anyways?
She said 'there's not enough dance in the week
Wouldn't you say?
If I had my way'
She says 'It'd be Friday
feels far away
Now day by day
I start to realize nothing's gonna change
So I became
It doesn't really matter anyway
Its not what it seems to me
and things will work out anyway.
All the naked ladies... covered up by nothing.
Ooooooooooooooooo
Californication
Spooning in the dry sand.
The sand that
an August storm that's rumbling?
I try not to care about it now
Your pressure's down, anyway
All alone I know I give in to chances
Hold out yourself
no doubt that we're
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from
It was yesterday when you stopped by
And you looked as if you had no cares at all
But behind those eyes
And a fragile smile
You said good-bye
I was only comin' back for more
So close your door
I'm back for more (oh)
So don't be fooled
By what you see
'Cause I fully realize
What's
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
I see and I know there's something awry
They see and they know with laser eyes
Digital dreams on digital screens
Creating
nightmare, declare despair
Just see your parents give a fortune to the pharmacy
Anyway, to get okayed by the FDA
Torture's done is some heinous ways
wish
I found a pot of gold or something shining anyway
And caught in my reflection a conviction held at bay
I crafted a cross to adorn my neck
these things come through the other side
Â
Far removed now
Anyway, I hear that's how it goes
Just pretend now
Make believe in ways you never
Saw you awake force the light of days
Gone by force this away
Learned a lot from day glow eyes
Feel this away torch the sun
If it can't keep
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