And for what? (HEY! ) And if I could go back and make my amends, I'd make all those mistakes again. And kill every last one of those bastards, my friend! Though you see me now, the mere ghost of a man, I once had the heart of a lion. Commanding my ship,

Only in dreams, so blindly you follow Only in death we come to amends This bitter pill I'm left here to swallow Or will I see you in the end? You took him away Without a trace or tear, erased from the story Hate fills these bloodshot eyes He was gone

You played me You made me, your violin Winds of change rolling in Take your love back again I your fool, Amen Just a bowl for your violin 'Cause I'm just a violin My life is another cord I'm down on my knees again

I'ma wash away my sins I'ma rinse away this dirt I forgot to make amends To all the friends I may have hurt I better stop and say my grace From that I pray that I don't fall 'Cause on the way back down I may End up runnin' back into them all I never

And the daffodils look lovely today, Ooh, in your eyes I can see the disguise. Holding on, that's what I do since I met you. And it won't be long. Would you notice if I left you? And it's fine for some 'cause you're not the one, You're not the one

Você diz que não me ama, você diz que não me quer Mas fica pagando pau, qual é que é Todo dia seu teatro é exatamente igual, Você finge que me odeia, mas no fundo paga pau Ela é atriz, ela faz cena, ela mete uma pressão Se joga na minha frente, me engana

I don't need another lover I don't need to make amends But I'm done going undercover I just want to find a friend One day the world may end But there's still plenty to discover Till then I'll just pretend We're gonna live forever Ooh it's troubling

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

Se você disser que eu desafino amor Saiba que isso em mim provoca imensa dor Só privilegiados têm ouvido igual ao seu Eu possuo apenas o que Deus me deu Se você insiste em classificar Meu comportamento de anti-musical Eu mesmo mentindo devo argumentar

Seria fácil Hemos nacido por amor y casi siempre por amor es que lloramos Porque la vida no es como un libro de cuentos Y el que no siente su dolor es solo por una razón porque esta muerto Si solamente con llorar se remediaran los problemas Si en cada