At the first bell of the day They rise up from where they lay And look down with a promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it's all
joy I know Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows And the perverted fear of violence Chokes a smile on every face And common sense is ringing out the bells
she was caught up in a house hold fire At a rehab so we sued they ass this shit makin' me mad High ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell I tried to tell my sister
children with cheeks all aglow So warm is this Christmassy feeling With the tree tops all locked up with snow Listen to those wondrous bells And you'
si tu sabes que te quise con locura y qe este amor fue pa los dos mui importante porque aora quieres terminar con esta historia en su momento nos llevo
I watch Your wonders fill the sky Over the mountains reaching high The same majesty floods my life I stand in awe Lovely, there is none more lovely In
We're a fun lovin' crowd Kinda rowdy and loud Our jukebox won't play no sad songs So don't come in here And cry in your beer Cause we don't care about
In beautiful houses, with beautiful gardens, and beautiful friends inside. And I stand all alone, the rain falling down, I stare at your window and I
Written by Chris Cagle and Monty Powell Day one I stumbled through hello on 5th avenue Day two We grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon Caught
Guess who's back in town Stompin' around in my old stompin' ground Too much time away, I'm back to stay But I ain't settlin' down Tonight we'll burn it
I see a million torn up moments of the rarest happiness Each one a dancing snowflake A piece of memory It's the ghost of days gone by Lay them tight
Always so still, i never will, be like you. And you never will strike, me better ba da... It's always so clear, you never really hear,at all.. and
I pop a bottle She a model hen she lickin it If I'm going down I'm eating it like? Knocking on my dressing room Just to get freaking chris She spillin my chris
I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my Chris
Let Ya Meal Eat You (I Run With Trouble... Trouble) Street Runner We Crazy With Dis One I Run... With... Trouble And Just The Otha Day My Nigga Chris
(feat. Crooked I, Chino XL) [bell rings] [Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking] Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up! Class is now
pop a bottle She a model hen she lickin it If I'm going down I'm eating it like? Knocking on my dressing room Just to get freaking chris She spillin my chris
know it's Christmas time at all? Tom Chaplin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris Martin & Sugababes: Feed the world Tom Chaplin & Chris