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Early morning drivin´ home - some tears are in my mind
Leavin´broken glass of love behind
My heart is crying but my head says ´it´s the better way´
There´s been no change to make it go - too much was not okay
It seems to be the old cruel game, that happens all the time
It´s hard to keep two people´s love on an equal line
Yet I won´t and can´t stop searchin´ for a deep true love
I hope to find one, hope to feel one - I´m sure that I could never get enough
Hey, hey girl, when we will meet?
Hey, hey you girl, wan´t you see me bleed?
Many times I imagine all the love a luck could bring
But remember that it´s also such a mind - destroying thing
´Cause it hurts if I can´t be myself, but I´m feeling lonesome if I am
So where´s the way for me to go - I try to find it - but I can´t
And so it seems to be the old cruel rule that´s valid all the time
It is hard to find a lover - on an equal line
Yet I won´t and can´t stop searchin´ for a deep true love
I hope to find one, I hope to feel one - I´m sure that I could never get enough

[Mike Tyson]
Yo Canibus man, whassup man?
I caught you on that cut with Wyclef man - you were boomin
But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggaz, youknowmean?
Talkin foul bout you the other night
on the corner of the boulevard man - I wasn...

Hello
Hi
What s up?
Uh, I just miss you that s all
Uh, ok I miss you too
I need some of your sweet love
Oh, you got that, you coming over?
Yeah
Alright, I ll see you when you get here then

I need your sweet love tonight
I want you here by my side
Your body close to...

Will this go down in history
Will this end up in misery
We re moving out
With endless doubts
Take your chance now

Will this go down in history
Will this end up in misery
We re moving out
With endless...

More than once around
More than once so near
Left standing here to witness
Summer blowin town

But it all works out
In it s own sweet time
What comes to mind is forgiveness
Summer blowin town

With...

A jeśli ja szewcem jestem jak wielu,
statecznie robotą się trudzę.
I dbam też, by buty me doszły do celu,
z tą myślą się budzę.

A jeśli to mało, za mało Ci jest
mój Panie Królewski na chmurze.
Pamiętaj, że wzory z uśmiechów i łez
na własnej garbuję skórze.

A jeśli ja owce pasę zwyczajnie,
tłuścieją poddane mi stada.
Szałasu...