твоей волной очумелых дней припев: Утро в прокуренной комнате В сонном заброшенном городе Минор на губах застыл Утро вернется из памяти Только сплошное реалити
s make a reality show Shawty and show 'em how much we in love Let's make a reality show 'Cause I want the world to know about us Let's make a reality
Revolution in their minds - the children start to march Against the world which they have to live in Oh! The hate that's in their hearts They're tired
Alright now! Won't you listen? When I first met you, you didn't realize I can't forget you or your surprise You introduced me to my mind And left me
Have you ever thought about your soul Can it be saved? Or perhaps you think that when you're dead You just stay in your grave Is God just a thought within
You're searching for your mind don't know where to start Can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart You think you know but you are never quite sure
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Rocket engines burning fuel so fast Up into the night sky they blast Through the universe the engines whine Could it be the end of man and time? Back
My name it means nothing My fortune is less My future is shrouded in dark wilderness Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on Everything I posessed - Now
turns into pain you can call me through the snow it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show hey, the wind still blows hey, too much reality
Say goodbye to peace and clam Because they've decided who to bomb Big plans at the pentagon, so I turn my TV on All I see is Girls Gone Wild, and "
my temper hit the ceilin. And this how they got a nigga feelin. I done fell into reality. [Chorus 1x] My renditions of reality. Call it bad, Call it
we've got to know The secrets all around Breaking our hearts of stone, Tasting our lives, Setting us free to decide... "Wings Of Reality, Take me higher
Another world, another time, is there something waiting there? Somewhere Beyond Reality is the answer Sometime Beyond Reality it's rising Beyond Reality
splendour The world is frozen to the core Take my hand and walk with me Through the corridors of snow and ice Through a gallery of reality History unfolds
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Bitches is pulling out they best suits Gangstas is getting dressed too Don't even underestimate the power of a test
big disguise, they've led us to believe We're all living a reality show And everyone is always acting their role And all our lives in stereo 'Cause we're all living a reality
