Oh God The sound they must have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement Repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainside The
You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid back It's like talking to the great unknown
Oh God! What they must have heard in the distance: A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of mountainsides, the cries
You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid-back It's like talking to the great Unknown
Denied, a whisper, a voice to try to fill the chambers destroyed by lies Feels were faking, our power is draining out of our hands Don't Don't let them
A helpless bastard beginning to choke Gag him with muslin whilst holding her throat Hodling them tightly, whist they get tied with rope Producing a knife
Tercüme: Belagat. Çekmek.
Tercüme: John, Elton. Terzilik belagat.
Tercüme: Jason Falkner. Belagat.
Tercüme: Gorerotted. Gagged, Shagged, Bodybagged.
: You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid-back It's like talking to the great
Got everything you want Keep searching you're wondering It?s harder then you thought Keep dreaming And don?t ever change Hide your mistakes And don
Tell me if you want more Tell me if you can't have more Would that be the last that I would ever see of you I'm not a hero to reverse But let's identify
[Eloquence]: 2.0.0.3 OK... Projet, demarrage, hold up, plein gaz, mettre les voiles, quitter la caille et ma femme, le hip-hop, mon job non-stop quand
You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid-back It's like talking to the great
