Dokken - How many lives
Tekst :
Patiently I m waiting (seemed so long)
to take another fall (out of the dark)
am I anticipating (something is wrong)
certain final call (one last for the part)
the hands of time keep turning (bring me to life)
the world begins to turn
How many lives are remaining
how many souls is he saving
how many lives are remaining
how many souls is he saving
All of us keep trying (hope for the best)
to place a higher bid (into the night)
on your knees and praying (laying to rest)
let s not and say we did (image shining bright)
what s the point you re making (show me it s right)
the point of no return
How many lives are remaining
how many souls is he saving
how many lives are remaining
how many souls is he saving
Someone told me forgiveness comes from you
so I wasted one
there was nothing to lose
now I see that faith is for the few
Absolution came
standing in the queue
you know I lost my faith standing next to you
How many lives are remaining
how many souls is he saving
how many lives are remaining
how many souls is he saving
Inne utwory
In my dreams From the beginning Tooth and nail Who believes Hello Drown Felony I feel Live to rock Lesser of two Evils Stick to your guns Voice of the soul Day after day Long way home Breaking the chains Losowe utwory
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond,
I want a girl who knows whats best,
I want a girl with shoes that cut,
and eyes that burn like cigerettes.
I want a girl with the right alocations,
Who is fast, and...
A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun won t...
First one
Second one
Third one
Yeahhhhhh ohh
I ll be okay if i get one
Fabolous
(ray j what it look like baby, this yo boy fabolouso, got clue on the track)
Yeah
I ain t the one to be wishing,
I m one to be pushing,
The 600 edition,
Under the cushion of air,
I ve been in the sea...
Et ce type-là devant la glace
Dans sa loge, une serviette autour du cou
Ce type-là, je le regarde bien en face
Et je ne le reconnais pas, mais pas du tout
Le balladin de tout à l heure
Qui chantait sous les projecteurs...
Kogda ya vlervye uvidela tebya, tak stranno i neozhidanno v moej grudi vdrug vce perevernulos i v samom glubokom ugolke serdcha kak budto cto-to otkrypos i vypustilo iz pena slyaschee cuvstvo i togda, ya yvidela, kak raschvetala moya dusha, ee chvetok, no esli ya smogla by ego sberec...