Lyrics:
cleaning.
I lost EVERYTHING.
I lost ALL MEANING, but I can't let go now.
I'm not afraid to admit that I was wrong.
"People change."
Oh, I was DEAD WRONG.
Tell a butters ting move from me
Spread 'em out like Clover
I don't want no dead ting, that's a zombie
Nine in my right if man try'na wrong me
Manna
alive), He is alive (He's alive)
He won the victory (sing He's alive), He reigns on high (sing, He's alive)
Our God is risen (He's not dead), He is alive
The rain falls on me
The only tears for the dead man walking
Silent parade
Marching to the grave you made
Raise your right hand
To God and all
Und so wach’ ich wieder auf mit diesem Kopfhämmern ganz hinten
So als würd’ ich mich in „Walking Dead“ und „Zombieland“ befinden
Ist kein
my shoulder
You were pecking at my head
And if I had a hole to crawl in
I would be there and be dead
You were spilling all my will out
I was
yourself, you're just as good as dead
I want no part of your one sided perspective
I have no patience for your malicious intentions
I can't believe you
'Cause I'll drive straight to your door, then I'll spinning piledrive your face to the floor
You're a useless piece of shit like when an iPhone is dead
Yeah
It's been a long time coming
We here now
We here now
We here now
We here now
You hear that?
They wanted me to fail, dead and living in
ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you
until the sorcerer is dead
A raging hero with a destiny of steel
With glory overcomes a mighty quest concealed
He is the prince of the land of Fife
miss the rain
And I miss you
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
Of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up
quite dead
But rising now from beneath the gallows
A driving force cuts through the shadows
Strike from the heart, cut to the quick
With no
adversaires avides
Je pense aux sœurs qui s'comportaient comme des mères, gamines
Nos soldats dead, que la terre leur soit légère, Amine
Et dans Babel
Tempting the devil's heart, know your plan
To hold back the surge of hell's living dead
Through my eyes, I see the world
Different than yours
our dead
Severed limbs spray
The walls of red
Oh, yeah
I'm gonna spit blood
Right in your face
I'm gonna kill you
Right in this place, oh
of thunder and life
Turning water to wine
As the dead moon rising
She whispers in my ear
"Tonight I belong to you"
Whoa, my heart is stopping on it's
Shadows stick out their heads
Faces back from dead
Things trying to get
Back in touch
Am I really awake?
There are ghosts everywhere
There
understand a thing you said
If I didn't know better I'd guess you're all already dead
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch
Saying stuff
un plateau, aller nique
Un jour faudrait que je descende avec une moto
Faire et voir ces vatos dead!
Ils veulent me test j'arrive pas à y croire
j'commence à avoir un p'tit creux
J'traîne dans mon tièks
Y'a des boloss et des décs
J'prépare ta mutuelle si tu ralass pas, t'es dead
J'traîne dans mon
with?
If you're gonna be racist, at least be original, please (yeah, we're dead serious)
If you're under seventeen, please don't ever talk to me
You
it under the tree in December
"Whose gift is this" picture your fam's get together
With they kids, unwrapping a dead dad's head at Christmas dinner
dead"
La porte s'est refermée, elle a jeté la clef
Elle m'a dit tu rêves, tu rêves, bien trop
Elle m'a dit tu rêves, dans tes rêves
Elle m'a dit
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