the love and the hate in your eyes Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise What you gonna do and what you gonna say? I'm not the only one believing there's
Preklad: Stone Roses. Niečo horí.
see the love and the hate in your eyes Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise What you gonna do and what you gonna say? I'm not the only one believing there's
Verse 1: Mmmmmmmmmmm Oh it hurts so bad. It started out so perfect, something God could only create. A union of both me and you on this special day Never
'm underneath your spell, So, darling, if you smell Something burning, it's my heart. Excuse me! Take your cigarette from it's holder, And burn your
something to ease my worry, tell me something to calm me down Tell me something to prove your story, a shot of sodium pentathol Tell me something that's
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
complete I need a, I need, I need a That's all I need, see how easy I am to please That's all I need, and maybe then I'll be complete That's all I need
burn them all if you have no need And dress to kill but kill so kindly A hollow heart's too weak and weary To drawn hate like a stone And walk the path
it right outside your window so it's impossible to ignore. will that be good enough for you? (for you) and even if you pulled your shades down, and burn
burn them all if you have no need. And dress to kill but kill so kindly. A hollow heart's too weak and weary. To drawn hate like a stone, And walk the
martial preparations commenced in earnest. A brief perfunctory exchange between the Imperial Herald and the fortification's Watch Commander held no surprises, and the Emperor's
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
unglued with It's not the time for birth of glory It's not the time for purgatory It's not the time for murder stories It's not the time for keeping
Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
