We will not return to the countless mistakes of the past Only through dedication will I destroy all preconception Walk with me I will not relive the failures of the man I once was No longer will I let myself be truly satisfied with the standard Let this

Tarantula (Tarantula) And when the thunder breaks It breaks for you and me I'm living but I'm feeling numb Can see it in my stare I wear a mask so falsely numb And I don't know who I am Despite the worlds inside of me

Murder by strangulation Mu-murder by strangulation Fais-moi voir le colis Faute! Mets ta tête au sol #Penalty Bienvenue, t'as le choix entre pâtes et riz Ici, on apprend à décoller sans atterrir Est-ce que Usain Bolt court plus vite que Ben Ali?

Buscando visa para un sueño Buscando visa para un sueño (¡oh!) Buscando visa, la razón de ser Eran las cinco 'e la mañana Un seminarista, un obrero Con mil papeles de solvencia Que no les dan pa' ser sinceros Eran las siete 'e la mañana Y uno por uno al

And I am a fool for beauty Love does not stand sharing Not if one cares Have you been comparing My every kiss with theirs If, on the other hand, I'm faithful to you It's not through a sense of duty You are too beautiful You are too beautiful, my dear, to

There's a quiet storm Too good for me If I tell you Will you keep on loving me And it never felt like this before Giving me something that's taboo (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me) You give me the sweetest taboo That's why I'm in love with

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

But that would be too easy, love And I don't want no easy love I could be with someone, making me happy I could put my phone down Just pick up my keys I could let you go and we could let it be I'd have it no other way I could be somewhere, chilling on a

You gotta jump, jive and then you wail Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale A women is a women and a man ain't nothin' but a male Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail You better come inside Let me

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They