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Look in my eyes Tell me what you see Do you see perfection in me? To you, do I look complete? Now take one more look pass my celebrity That's where you

Wise words bein' spoke, huh, y'all know what it is Nap, Nappy Roots, can I start this one off? Okay Each day I listen what the streets say, like a DJ

It's a revelation, a moment of clarity, and I am trapped inside this moment deadlines are left to die And I guess I am truly free. My brain was spent

I feel you flow through my hair I see you in the morning glare I'm not frightened I'm not scared They surround me but I don't care I believe it It's

It's a revelation, a moment of clarity, and I am trapped inside this moment deadlines are left to die And I guess I am truly free. My brain was spent

C?e bisogno di silenzio, c?e bisogno di ascoltare c?e bisogno di un motore che sia in grado di volare c?e bisogno di sentire, c?e bisogno di capire c?

(Alan Jackson) Okay, I forgot about the trash, I didn't trim the long hairs on my moustache. I did buy you a ring; I believe it was back in '93. Alright

Hell breaks open with the drop of a synthetic plague with flames marching and consuming the roofs of thousands. Frigid ammunition streams and buries into

Vertaling: Jackson, Alan. Werk in uitvoering.