Lyrics:
What's the point of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small.
Maybe it's just something I can't admit,
But lately I feel
You're a black butterfly
With your wings frayed and torn,
Laughter's your's so is scorn
As they point to you in shame.
You're a black butterfly
feel nothing
You're better off this way
Gets to the point where you can't breathe
It's the last word
I can see it standing
So here we are
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
Until further notice
[Remedy]
Black and white notebooks and ball-point pens
The first day of school, might make some new friends
From the 103,
all human earthquakes)
Yeah, we made the hurricane, yet we're not the one's to blame?
We point the finger even though it's not polite
We condemn
Make me a mannered, a mannered thing
Carved of wood, a life force thing
Give it an arm, that points to the earth
And a hand, that points at me
And the Space Needle points to the sky
The Space Needle's such a nice guy
But he never knows...
Viva Seattle Tacoma, viva viva Sea-Tac
Viva Seattle Tacoma,
evil
It's an evil truth to you-know-whom
I can point to Norway
I can point to Norway with my fist
Sally was a legend
Sure as there are veins beneath
points
Learned on teacher's right knee
Now it's on the low down joints
Does anybody the points
So look out now 'cos I might be over tonight
She's
(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)
Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge "I'm here to state
before
We've had break-ins before
There is no point in trying to run
The calls are coming from the house
But change the locks on every door
Colossus
love) can you tell me this love will last forever?
(Tell me you love me)
(My love) as the world turns, making such a mess
(My love) what's the point
blickin' back
We hate each other so we just wanna score and go tit for tat
All these shorties want is points, they ain't chasin' a different stat
Really
the points, when I score this here, yeah (oh)
I don't disappoint, girl, you know this here, yeah
Go put on that, see-through lingerie, girl
You can be my
de lin
Dentelle,
Rien ne nous retiens
Juste en équilibre,
Comme les points fragiles
De Dentelle.
Dans la même pause
Celle des enfants
Les paupières
J'fais des queues d'poisson à la misère
J'suis cramé comme le rond-point d'Air-Bel
Comme l'odeur d'la beuh, des lamelles
J'suis en indé, j'ai fait mon
the point of no return|Poor man's got nowhere to go, he's trying to make his way|A prisoner of his poverty, it eats him more every day|Someone's good
go down
And they call last round
(In music though
One doesn't make the end of a composition
The point of the composition
If that was so,
What's the point of living if you're already dead?
Got way too lost in my own head
Society trapped my soul but music let me go
I took a trip into
can't prove it yet|I'm moving on|I just haven't passed the point of no return I swear sometimes|it feels like the only thing I've learned|is that I hate
bolide fait trembler le vent
En plus j'ai presque plus de points, TB dans le rond-point
Si demain je perds le permis c'est pas grave il coûte un point
I like to dance ballet.
Point and flex.
Point and flex.
Point and flex!
I am standing
in a big clam.
Eeek!
I am a model
with a perfect body!
Woo!
I
point I don't need a ho
That angel of love, bring me the ho so I can fuck her throat
I'm not an average joe, even Lord knows he special
And He blessed
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