music is like sunrise for me, It's joyful like a trip in a time machine. Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home. Music is like sunrise for
dogs howl at a Mexico moon Kids wear no shoes, dusty streets full of dreams Aim for the dance floor and maybe they'll play a slow tune Oh Tequila sunset, Tijuana sunrise
Then I woke, seven whole days gone The sunrise is perfect Taking aim, changing colours while it burns It made my stomach turn It made me quite unsure
nothing can*...................* ill stay low, take aim at the *soft contendor*, 'cause starings not supposed to hurt avoiding what truely matters, for better or for
fugutive:] Embedded in a velvet heart of jasmine roses in the dark. The light of sunrise kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night. 'Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for
But music is like sunrise for me It's joyful like a trip in a time machine Music is like sunrise for me It's like coming home Music is like sunrise for
for the sky A song for tomorrow, love, sweet by and by For the child who is coming and for dreams that come true Sing a song for each other, for me and
light Too conditioned for your highness but we did it all night Last night! [tajai] Last night I spend my whole night out Met some hoes outta fest for
just passed me by No tears no reasons why For harmony I'd sell my soul For - my aim is right and strong The sign I've waited for There's no more knives
's go... yo Aiyyo I put it to you so raw, you probably OD on the floor That's what you get for disagreein with God The LeBron James Bond, my aim with
with the best intentions A little off target But life's a lesson And no one's claiming to be perfect We fell in love one summer night Made out until the sunrise
fear, I'll stay lo, take aim at the soft and tender, Cause staring's not supposed to hurt, Avoiding what truly matters, For better or for worse,
eyes, two double oh-five While two double oh-six is here My energy be for all to accept and hear I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game,
pieces of Cecilia to the door Every shattered limb repeatedly reminding us of what we're searching for And the sleepers have woken for now they have an aim
pieces of Cecelia to the door Every shattered limb repeatedly reminding us of what we're searching for And the sleepers have woken for now they have an aim
. I pull, I aim, I shoot. I pull, I aim, I shoot, and for my best efforts I see my results sullied by the silliest of reasons; \"She's perfect for you
