Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out What's the price of a mile?

In front of me so I hopped in, the cab and I paid my fare see I know my destination But I'm just not there Happen to be just like moments, passin Life's just not fair Seems like, street lights, glowin In the streets In the, streets I'm just not there in

Aah ça sent le roro Et c'est p'têtre parce que j'suis trop déter' que j'les ai distancés Le plus dur c'est de le faire, ce n'est pas d'y penser Cette année c'est la guerre, préviens les ambulanciers J'suis dans l'game en roue arrière, tes rappeurs sont

Les mots ne viennent pas Libérez les sons de ma voix Je voudrais arrêter le temps Passer en toi On est rien Mais comment te dire Mais laisse-moi te dire Prisonnier de ton enchantement On fait l'affaire de nos sentiments

Man gave names to all the animals In the beginning, in the beginning. In the beginning, long time ago. He saw an animal that liked to growl, Big furry paws and he liked to howl, Great big furry back and furry hair. "Ah, think I'll call it a bear." He saw

La nuit promet d'être belle Car voici qu'au fond du ciel Apparaît la lune rousse Saisi d'une sainte frousse Tout le commun des mortels Croit voir le diable à ses trousses Valets volages et vulgaires Ouvrez mon sarcophage Et vous pages pervers

Turn it up (just dance with me) Turn up the music (just turn it up louder) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah) If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (turn up the

Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee (MI.) Mentally or physically I want to be in New Orleans I kiss your hair your skin so bare I'll take you with me girl anywhere (MII) You fare well in stormy weather I never met a girl that I

Time will turn us into statues, eventually We're just ordinary people, you and me You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything We got by, though we

Your life serving daughter Be scared of living There's hope in the air There's hope in the water There is a man that I know For seventeen years he never spoke Guess he had nothing to say He opened his mouth on judgment day I listened with all of my might