you're running, your mouth won't help keep stride cantankerous the missives that force recall you'd hide & i could taste the salt from your dishwasher
Take a good look inside of me... Season of night took hold of me... Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide away The damage is done, the chaos' dissolving me
[Lyrics and Melodies by Mark Boals / Music by Tony MacAlpine] [2002 Boalsongs BMI / Eyes on the Prize BMI] Apocalypse liberty Resolute enemy Always demands
North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters
North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry... I walked the waters
Run and run and run before I contaminate myself. No. Too late
Vertaling: Simone, Alina. Vlugtelinge.
Vertaling: Los Altos Cumbieros. Vlugtelinge Cheto.
Vertaling: Angizia. Die vlugteling se liggaam.
Vertaling: Xandy Barry. Vlugtelinge.
Vertaling: Camel. Vlugtelinge.
Vertaling: Camela. Vlugtelinge.
Vertaling: Roseanne Cash. Soos Vlugtelinge.
Vertaling: Koue. Vlugtelinge op die MIC.
Vertaling: John Denver. Falling Leaves (die vlugtelinge).
Vertaling: Elmboog. Vlugteling Motel.
Vertaling: Fugees. Vlugtelinge op die MIC.