que entre nosotros est+í. I guess I wanna lose myself The cost, of this lost cause philosophy
Yo tell me why you flex do you have a guilty complex?
tell em
Carry me, oh bring me out of fantasy
The lies in your eyes of the pain you've inflicted
Les plus forts, les plus fous
Han derribado el Ode+-n,
Ne dedu indehado
Oh, tonight!
Spiritual brother in dead's land.
Now I wash off grease-paint.
misery and chooses to go on strugglingonly with the strength of his will.
If you were in my shoes
At last the skies above are blue
Ya est+í de nuevo aqu+º la soledad,
blow like me, y would a bitch like ya?
Administr+índote los gramos
If I'd taken up the trumpet