to tell me Tell me tonight I got it coming Out of sight You need to tell me Tell me tonight You're gonna sail away If you love Then you sail away
Vertaling: Kill The Young. Wegzeilen.
need to tell me Tell me tonight I got it coming Out of sight You need to tell me Tell me tonight You're gonna sail away If you love Then you sail away
clock is ill when, faced wit the truth Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill Fill they minds not to kill
'm spoken for anyway But you'll be killing my heart When you go away Shall we gather by the river For to hear the lovely thunder crash ? Shall we sail
style shit was did And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss Of the Mobb killing is
They burned down Troy to get you back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back They burned down Troy to get you back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby
for your bit lips, haunted like waves In the ecstatic arch of evening: You and the night, you and the mountain You and tomorrow, you and the tomorrow: Stay away: stay away: stay away
were high When the day was young And the night was long And the moon stood still For the nightbird song If you go away If you go away If you go away
. They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret
t wait to see you again. Hate reads the letter and throws it away. "No one here cares if you go or you stay. I barely even noticed that you were away
les-Eaux There were sounds of battle that assailed his ears They moved that night with the taste of fear to the killing Got dug down in Deauville His young
Hey the old ones speak of winter, the young ones praise the sun And time just slips away Oh running into nowhere turning like a wheel And a year becomes
going to tell you Free from Ireland sailed away Where he was to he was not contended Made up his mind for to go away Early next morning the ship was sailing
Free from Ireland sailed away Where he was to he was not contended Made up his mind for to go away Early next morning the ship was sailing Queenstown
was did And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved
your mental Two tries at killing me They couldn't do it I ran down the road With no shoes and no jacket Here I go dive away Watch me dive away Hey porpoise
the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill Fill they minds not to kill
