To choose a good book, look in an inquisitor’s prohibited list.
John Aikin
Something inside the cards
I know is right
Don't want to live
Somebody elses life
This is what I want to be
And this is what I give to you
I can tell by the way you been turnin men down
Not your ordinary guy is gonna do
Youve been waitin for that someone
Who can turn your head around
Well now honey, I'm that special one for you
I'll come to see you, even in the rain
I'll do any, thing for you, but work
Sing your praises, hold your hand
Tell the world that I think you're grand
I'll do any, thing for you, (he-he) but slave
Whose eyes in my behind
I don't recognize anything that I see
Whose skin is this design
I don't want this to be the way that you see me
I don't understand anything anymore
*Piano Intro*
She embraces with a smile
As she opens the door
A cold wind blows
It puts a chill into her heart
Một mình tôi trên đường với chiếc bóng đơn côi,
Từng ngày qua phiêu bạt tìm em.
Hối tiếc hoài ngày tháng đôi ta gần nhau,
Đã một lần lầm lỡ ta xua đuổi em.
Giờ đã mất em rồi ta mới thấy cô đơn,
Đường khuya vắng nhớ kỷ niệm xưa.
Alright, the **** are you lookin at self?
You want to piece of me?
Oh man, ****
The story of my life
[The Game]
Nothing left to say
And all I've left to do
Is run away
From you
And she led me on, down
With secrets I can't keep
Em ở nơi nào, có còn mùa Xuân không?
Rừng ngàn lá gió,
Từng đêm nhắc nhở, thì thầm.
Nắng ở trên đầu, nắng trong lòng phố,
Gió ở trên non, gió cuốn mây về.
