Lyrics:
賑やかな Midnight Up Town Street
わざとはしゃぐ横顔見てた
溜め息とすりかえる
下手なジョークわかるつもりよ
My boy 胸の片すみ
Hey boy 夢を閉じ込めて
My boy 何もしないで
うつむく瞳 Wake up now
ほら Image Training
Une chanson qu'on caresse,
Pour qu'un visage disparaisse.
Fuyez douces images,
Fuyez douces images.
La tristesse du chanteur,
Il la chante plus
gidigi
Okwuo okwu ihe na adi bu ala oma jijiji
Obi na igwe na ahu mba ndum
Obu onye be anyi mana omara omenala dum
Images chi anyi image akwukwo karia ndi
gone infect your image watch out cause they be real fungal
Struggling to stay humble
Harambe ass nigga I'm the king and this my jungle
Risin to the top
you know my heart
And you call me by name
You have wonderfully made me
In Your image You've formed me
And in Your love, I remain
Yes, You have
J'vois qu'des mirages, mirages, mirages, mirages, mais pourquoi?
J'entends l'orage, l'orage, l'orage, l'orage sous mon toit
Fuck ces images, images
And loved you for who you are
Then every change would rearrange
And what I knew would feel now strange
The image revolves the image evolves
Depending on where
images
Against black background
Seduce and annoy
Golden images
Against black background yeah
Confuse and destroy
Tonight I will sweat
Yet once more my
viento
J'ai cru voir une image (une image)
J'ai cru voir un mirage (un mirage)
Ce que tu fais n'est pas ce que tu dis (oh-oh-oh)
Tu disais vouloir
Yeah
Listen
Learn to love yourself, the blessings in the image
Look up if you need help, the lord is at your privilege
One thing this world needs
oublié, ton image au mur
J'ai dû tout oublier, tout oublier
Rien qu'un écran total entre le ciel et nous
Qu'on pourrait presque toucher
De nos doigts
oublié, ton image au mur
J'ai dû tout oublier, tout oublier
Rien qu'un écran total entre le ciel et nous
Qu'on pourrait presque toucher
De nos doigts
images
And all that will remain is a few images
Slowly all the roads will end up uniting
Slowly all the hearts will end up beating
Slowly all
I see images of our decay
Should we bow our heads today
Images of refugees suffocating humanity
There's no solution to world pollution
Praise Him, praise Him.
Praise Him, praise Him.
Praise Him, He's the king of kings.
I have never seen the image of a bald head Jesus yet.
I
Ideas you've projected on me
Images you used to cover me
The bright light that obscures my being
Ideas you've projected on me
Images you used
head was about to detonate.
Images of baby turtles in a commotion
Cracking their eggs and shuffling around in the sand.
Trying desperately to find
I had this image of you
You had this image of me
And your image would talk to my image
And my image would talk to your image
And somewhere along
I never cared 'bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared 'bout no
that I will project
My images of sorrow, pain and sex upon
Although there is no difference
Between the three as you are listening
I want you to know that
much deeper
It must have been
The colour of my hair
The Public Image
What you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was ignorance and fear
(Yeah, Yeah, uh)
It's such a filthy game
Such a dirty game
The game don't eva change
My image is everything
[Chorus]
You know my image
Une chanson qu'on caresse pour qu'un visage disparaisse
Fuyez douce image, fuyez douce image.
La tristesse du chanteur, il la chante plus qu'il ne la
nights
Upcoming days of regression
Like those past
Previously and before me
You!
My images have you giving order to the dead
Turn back!
My
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