in your hands there's a photograph you look up, she begins to laugh so cold as she walks away and you know that it's time to pay you're caught in
tell - me something why do I always find it hard just to get along try my best - for nothing every little thing I do is wrong feel it in my brain driving
born in this place you only see so far hear what we say if we put the truth in your hands would you really like to know Kansas city milkman a
so sad I had to go (Kouyate) a total stranger came between us until it's safe no-one will know (Kouyate) there is a secret between us we must
my hero ... on Baker Street the limousine stood blacker than the darkest thing in the rain deep in the back his life was ending still they would not
she was so young and so afraid of a world she could not understand for seven days I held her close like a child in the palm of my hand there were
the spirit of the people the spirit of the people the spirit of the people the rhythm has begun ... old men with their protocol lead us off to
it's sublime and we're not afraid anymore 'cause we're all true believers solo. so tell me it's true I want to believe in you crazy, but true
day and night by the window of my mind there you are in the courtyard one last time the singing of a famous song I've never heard before a man
