And just for the sake of all these reasons Got in to the broadway and what do I find ? Solitude hands me my tool of destruction, You want to change my world
Let me warm you all over
Badoura (the infidel creatures like me)
In her little green car
I wish we could feel this way forever
Jag var grym, ni blev ledsen, men s+č g+čr det ju till,
I cannot help but hear his voice
Our fight will be won then
Pounding through the walls
That has been wasted on the young
When they see you coming they just take off running
du b+Ârjar gr+„la fast du vet s+č v+„l, du har fel
Farfetched as they may be
Rolling my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I had to go so far girl to get my ham bones boiled.
Someone claimed their dog
We are the masters of our fate, slaves to the paper god
And open their eyes
I don't make you plead, oh I need you