My baby, there's something you should know About me, before you propose Although we have known each other for quite a while Whenever you need me I'm
Everybody wants me to be their angel Everybody wants something they can cradle They don't know I burn They don't know I burn They don't know I burn [
know This is our exodus '04 Through traffic jams in Tokyo New music on the radio We'll say goodbye to the world we know This is our exodus '04 Landscapes
I still remember, The ways that you touched me. Now I know I don't mean anything to you. You're Easy Breezy, and I'm Japan-ezy. Soon you'll mean exactly
She rises with the sunset She wonders "When will this end?" The world is full of money, full of money She goes out unprotected She doesn't listen to
All along I was searching for my Lenore In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, Now I'm sober and "Nevermore" Will the raven come to bother me at home?
Let Me Give You My Love What a day, young boy next door passed away. It makes me wanna say, "Hey, I don't wanna waste another day." Can you and I start
[SPONSOR] I don't want to cross over, between this genre, that genre. Between you and I's where, I want to cross over, cross the line. I just want
I don't want to cross over, between this genre, that genre. Between you and I's where, I want to cross over, cross the line. I just want to go further
Every time I think about you Heaven knows I fall into a groove You're like a great interlude Every time I think about your body my body says ooh ooh Every
Late at night I think about you sometimes I don't cry, I wonder if you're alright Late at night I think about you sometimes Wonder why I wonder if you
I really want to tell you something I really want to tell you something This is just the way I am But I can't All your words that have no meaning You
I was dancing with a dirty blond Texan Charming accent but the music's playing too loud for talking So I showed him how people in the Far East get down
Somebody out there better get this Not many people can do it like this How about some speakers to amplify me How about a rhyme to fortify me Life's messy
Tercüme: Utada Hikaru. Exodus '04.
: Everybody wants me to be their angel Everybody wants something they can cradle Oooh They don't know I burn! They don't know I burn! They don't know
