Lyrics:
You have the gift of language
And the headlights to observe
The path of your direction
I hardly ever see you swerve
I'm a vector of deception
What A Woman. What A Night.
Written by Darron Moore
Darron Moore and the 14th Floor /From the Album: Love?s Fight
Chorus:
What a woman. What
śpiewał najgłośniej Oh when the Spurs przy White Hart Lane w szaliku, dla ciebie
Przesłuchałbym One Direction, to pojebane mógłbym zostać, nie wiem, fanem
Stand by yourself in the still of the night
When people are quietly sleeping
Then up at the window a lady in white
And the wind brings the sound
hope such coalescence, While your eyes rise and rove, Then dart in all directions. Count the conquests that were caught By your allure and your
in the air and says I wish that I could stay
Then he points you in a direction and goes the other way.
Let's speak with more tense
White sheets
don't ask for directions
We're firestarter's now
We counted our days
I'd rather get caught than shelter in the wrong place
Oooh
I've come for you
If it
Imagine splitting the self in two and one is younger
Misguided and alone, corrupted by the hunger
When every fucking mirror is a reflection of that
filled with wings in every direction
The years go by we watch them emigrate and return
To everything there is a seabird, tern tern tern
We're losing
They lay ahead
I failed
This is my nemesis
Divide directions
With me in between
Choose a dream, make them proud
And I am sinking in
Make it right,
i am tomorrow or some future day
burdend with no ambition ambivalent to direction
bequeathed inherent senseless unwilling predestined conception
miss decided not to miss out on true love
Meowth:
So, by changing her misconceptions
She went in a new direction
And found she felt a connection
She
We drive tonight along that endless road
Got no answers left to give
The silence's broken by the radio
I make a first stop but the World keeps
an old lady helps me as I'm crossing the road
she sees the direction and the weight of my load
she points to a man taking peace to the poor
projecting
Many more lessons, no questions
Never been the type to really follow directions
Hard headed, but came with small leverage
I aim looking for better
before he gets captured or killed
I'm plagued by society's ills
The rich drunk off power being broke how sobriety feels
My wine spills as I eat
hitting them with the scriptures
Finna get what you prepared to the wise
My enterprise
Mo thug millennium Mardi
Be the one to test my size
Flesh hitting
by-products of ignorance
This is out of control, it's out of control, it's gotta go
You're scared of what you don't know
I'll say this over again, and over
remembering we aren't in control
looking for our direction
nothing makes sense, i'm gonna choke
why do we have such little faith?
waters our seeds, the flowers
You remind me of the oldies
Some of that Good TV
A lot of seasons went by
You were all I was trying to see
Now I got you boxed in like DVD
Lotta time
Per venire nella casa di Max
Con Inoki Roma-Bolo by night
I vicini ora si spiegano 'sto strano via vai
Voglio una vita free
Nel VIP, stanco di sudare
see the news today
So how you gonna tell these little kids that school's the way?
Yo it ain't about I.Q.; some of these kids
Are makin' more than
LYRICS:
MURDER DEATH KILL; THEY TRYING TO GET RID OF US
HITTING US FROM EVERY ANGLE POSSIBLE BY GIVING US
POISONOUS CHEMICALS IN FOOD, WATER
Press start
Where's your heart
Which direction to go
Or is there a way for us both
Idealists realists balancing beam
Each shelf of self peace
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