Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up volunteers Vulnerable wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But there's a

Satisfeito sorri, quando chego ali E entro no elevador, aperto o 12, que é o seu andar Não vejo a hora de te encontrar Estranho é gostar tanto do seu All Star azul Estranho é pensar que o bairro das Laranjeiras Continuar aquela conversa Estranho seria se

Next to you But here I am The sky is so blue I never came to the beach or stood by the ocean I never sat by the shore under the sun with my feet in the sand But you brought me here and I'm happy that you did 'Cause now I'm as free as birds catching the

Woah, hallelujah, let me in Hallelujah, hallelujah, let me in I've been praying but I'm paying for my sins Won't you give me a sign before I lose my mind? Woah, woah, hallelujah Please forgive me for my sins Woah, woah, let me in There's a hole in my

Te voy a meter caliente (everybody go to the discotek) Ya yo me vine dale vente Biles aquí hay de 100 y de 20 No sabes lo que tengo en mente y cuando te tenga de frente Si quieres miente Se queda entre nosotros porque no aceptamos gente Te voy a meter

I'll walk you up, what time's the bus come? They woke up together Not quite realizing how Awkwardly stretching and yawning It's always hard in the morning And I suppose that's the price you pay Well, oh, it isn't what it was She's thinking he looks

I don't lie Without an alibi I ain't lyin' I told my dyin' daddy That I had to run away Looked him in the eyes Said, "there ain't no other way" So woman, if I tell you that I love you, be ok 'Cause I ain't lyin'

I know, I know, shh I would always change the line (Stay alive) (Stay alive) where’s my son? Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in a half an hour ago He lost a lot of blood on the way over (Stay alive) is he alive? Yes, but you have to understand

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now