from the night You'll remain You'll turn on A solitary life Left behind on my bare rock-face I'll watch The Last Sunset You will remain Always be there
Ricky Ross Carol City Cartel Cool and Dre Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes
the choice I made One last chance to get me through tonight One last dance with the lady dressed in white I lost myself I lost my alibis One last time
like a sunset gun Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset gun (Like a sunset gun) Burn my eyes like a sunset
[Music: Tore Ostby/Roy S. Khantatat] [Lyrics: Roy S. Khantatat/Tore Ostby] Wave after wave is breaking on the shore Keeping the secrets of destiny The
bedroom, And coughed [Lateef:] Born the correlation relation shapin' the forms are takin' their stations warned we're warmed the verbal intercourse and mind fornication is on, whine, design
veer from convention And has a pension for beers Brewed from sunsets He says he drink until his senses clear He's Einstein brilliant With skills to design
[Music: Tote Ostby] [Lyrics: Dag Ostby] A new victim Another foe Soldiers pitch for the guns of believers A battlegound A fight for god One more dying
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Tore Ostby] Tears falling from the sky Cold winds make the fade leaves fly Sadness and sorrow is filling the air Crying
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Tore Ostby/Ingar Amlien] Through the history we've had Countless fights and wars Cultures have passed for no reason why
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Tore Ostby] Deep in the woods you can hear her Singing songs so enticing The prettiest tunes that you've ever heard Taken
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Instrumental]
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Dag Ostby] Time has com, turn around See another day You have to find your way Look behind, see the past Enormous decay
at the sky It's time to wonder why Our olbiteration An existed cry So when I'm thinking back Before the last attack Why did we end it all In a fatal fall
[Music: Tore Ostby] [Lyrics: Ingar Amlien] Feeling scared, don't know why Everyone are staring I want to get out of here Dropping out, wanna shout In
, And coughed [Lateef:] Born the correlation relation shapin' the forms are takin' their stations warned we're warmed the verbal intercourse and mind fornication is on, whine, design
