the band of hope Till we find our place on the path unwinding, yeah In the circle, the circle of life On the path unwinding, yeah In the circle, the circle of life
Prevod: William Hung. Circle Of Life.
the circle of life It's the wheel of fortune It's the leap of faith It's the band of hope Till we find our place On the path unwinding In the circle,
circle of life It's the wheel of fortune It's the leap of faith It's the band of hope Till we find our place On the path unwinding In the circle, the
mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans like he
Back with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they life
with tight big shit Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit When they get lit up on they turf So move on with they life one
slum dogs, they are barking The rain children on the streets And the tears that we will weep today Will all be washed away By the tears that we will
the water with astonishing speed And as the sharks circled and began to feed Milly knew her weasel was finally free Oh, Fee, you're trying to live a life
you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking the petals but every rose had its thorn. Consider that first warning, second will be good times, laughs and
on trial everyday Against a hung jury You don't know a thing about me You believe the hype you see But in my heart God knows I'll be true To what my life will
to get more life. High above all, stands our evil apprentice. Now seduced by the dark side. With the power of Satan, She will never see the dawn until
smear Wax in your inner ear, doodoo in your outer ear Two cows a zebra will jump through your atmosphere Giraffe-Funk will raise beamin' through your
colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that burns you firmly And permanently upon this journey Through the journal of the book of life Those who took a life without justice will
them there again, dancing like they used to do, spinning circles holding hands until I?d break on through. Well I woke up when I heard a shout, ?Ain?t it beautiful how life
Whose is the hand that I will hold Whose is the face I will see Whose is the name that I will call When I am called to meet thee In this life, who did
first to fall before my renewed onslaught! Bow to me in obeisance! [THE KING:] Never! For too long your diseased machinations have hung like a black
