Käännös: Poistua. Home For Island.
say, what you got, it's already gone, I step a little closer, I whisper in her ear, I speak with conviction, this is a lesson in fear, fear for tomorrow
I don't like this place, there's too much damn pressure, to live a life I don't quite condone, I feel like I ain't getting nowhere that's what i get for
it's never been so clear. An hour away; people ain't got nothing to say... Teacher don't teach me no nonsense, we ain't learning here; Let's go to haiti! An
play, I know you been searching for a boy to bail you out of trouble, but, baby I ain't the light at the end of your tunnel. (the solitude's too much for
I'm a soldier and I walk these streets on guard, where I'm going, I can't say that I'm sure. I've been so down, ain't seen many clear days. I've seen
doomed romances, Don't push your love away, don't push your love away, The kiss of death upon the door, that's what you get for taking home a whore
up For school mom just can't afford And the lies came crashing from top shelves Pulled you straight to the desert storm Do you pray for silence, look for a way back home
I feel like a criminal for writing this down, I feel like I'm stealing the things that you're feeling, tell me what you lost, I'll tell you if I've
Darlin', don't you worry what's on my mind, callin', you know I wait around all night, for a knock on my window, for that shivering shadow... Just don
Attention! You You got all the drugs. You got the drugs money can buy ya You. You got all that fame. You got the fame, you're the fame type But when
I left my home for an island, where rebels fly in on airplanes, I left my girl for a guitar, now, I can play all night long. It's a feeling we're missing
There's a hundred and forty-three ways to go about it There a hundred and forty-three ways to talk yourself out of it And if you're lost, need some
a black thing Holding me locked up with brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home
inside of the bus and remo He inside engine service panel. using some spare electronic parts he found while on an island in the amazon, he wired the entire bus for
a childhood highway through a night alone I was barely breathing, I was crawling home Well it's not quite London or the south of France Or an Asian island
thing Holding me locked up With brothers be getting oxed up Taking life for granted Most of us abandon How I know you not a cruel Beef in the home Africans
