No the pull of the tide or the crash of the waves Ain't gonna wash your memory away But there's a beautiful view of the end of the world from the pier If I'm gonna be down, I'm gonna be down way down here Way down here Where no one will ask cause nobody

Stand up and be counted Before we slip away out here Before we slip away, slip away We were kids Don't ever doubt it Even if we're surrounded Don't wanna slip away, slip away Slip away (slip) Lookin' out into nothin'

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

Jam ciemny jest wśród wichrów płomień boży Lecący z jękiem w dal, jak głuchy dzwon północy Ja w mrokach gór zapalam czerwień zorzy Iskrą mych bólów, gwiazdą mej bezmocy Ja komet król, a duch się we mnie wichrzy Jak pył pustyni w zwiewną piramidę Ja

We could have had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me) You had my heart inside of your hand (you're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it to the beat (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) There's a fire starting in my heart

I'm gonna let him fly Ain't no talkin to this man Ain't no pretty other side Ain't no way to understand the stupid words of pride It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that so Things can move at such a pace The second hand just waved goodbye

I like girls that drink beer And a man ain't gonna get it up here Bye, bye baby I'm leaving Your boat and your Benz and your uptown friends And your country club that ain't really country I need a little down home lovin' Hey I'll find what I want in a

'Cause she knows she can pull it off She puts it on like it was made for her The kind of thing you can't teach or learn She puts it on on a Friday night It won't take long 'til you can't say no She walks in, she's gonna steal the show She puts it on and

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

Oye, te hacen falta vitaminas Oye, te hacen falta vitaminas (uh uh) Oye, te hacen falta vitaminas (vitaminas, uh uh) Por más que tengas los volúmenes al taco Viviendo tus membranas Saltando como una rana Por más que intentes esquivarlo en algún vuelo Hay