You can't blame the youths You can't fool the youths You can't blame the youths of today You can't fool the youths You're teaching youths to learn in
Now, I'm craving your body is this real Temperatures rising I don't want to feel I'm in the wrong place to be real And I'm longing to love you just for
I'm not lookin' for a friend I don't have such vanity I walked alone into the woods I don't take no sympathy If that's the way it's gotta be Well
Honestly I'm glad it's snowing It helps to keep our friends from knowing When they ask me why I'm sad It's easy to blame the weather It's funny how the
Who's to blame? Who's the one who sparked the flame? The victim who became part of the game? We deal in murder for money, sex and fame The question remains
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One day, you'll have to ask yourself Am I doing what I want for someone else? From that day forward you'll find that living right You're better off when
Everywhere you looked there was Confusion, violence, drama and drugs So many righteous revolutionaries Spouting Utopian love Everyone shrouded in purple
I've been sucked in, how much do you think I'll get away with? Push me and pull me, baby's out with the bath I don't know who to stay with There's nothing
So I think you are a fool Hanging on my every word It's getting ugly So I'm ugly Tear me from your heart Tearing me apart So I thought you disappeared
I've walked way past midnight I've driven for days I've tried to forget in so many ways I've held other arms But they don't feel the same And I've only
Dices de repente que no deje de llorar que la juventud no tiene paz dice de repente que ya deje de gritar que la vejez no escucha la soledad dices de
Por el dia o por la noche el pescador sale a la mar. La mar no le ha puesto horario aun de navegar. Boga, boga, boga, vuelve a bogar boga, boga, boga
Cuando Pedro salio a su ventana No sabia, mi amor, no sabia Que la luz de esa clara manana Era luz de su ultimo dia Y las causas lo fueron cercando Cotidianas
Hoy continue tomando rumbo a mi region tomando senas, descifrando encrucijadas mi cuerpo sigue practicando su cuestion cruje mi hueso y se hace la palabra
El pintor de las mujeres soles abandonado en su empecinada claridad. Hizo su ultimo viaje ya muy solo sobre el Atlantico y fue sepultado cuando llego.
Te convido a creerme cuando digo futuro si no crees mi palabra, cree el brillo de un gesto Cree en mi cuerpo, cree en mis manos que se acaban. Te convido
En el borde del camino hay una silla la rapina merodea aquel lugar. La casaca del amigo esta tendida el amigo no se sienta a descansar. Sus zapatos de