Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill. Mojique thinks of days before Americans came. He sees(serves) the foreigners in growing numbers. He sees the foreigners in fancy houses.
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill. Mojique thinks of days before Americans came. He serves the foreigners in growing numbers. He sees the foreigners in fancy houses.
You told me I better walk away. Just like to me to never hear what you say. Tempting fate. The story unfolds. Should have seen it. You told me I better walk away.
I fought the beast and I broke his jaw. I cut out his heart and I ate it raw. I seen some people in misery. Makes all my questions seem like luxury. .
Little Eva. Little Eva. She's the dreams from hell. She paints pictures. Scary pictures. She's got things to tell. She doesn't feel too hot. About the world today.
All the years since yesterday my heart still. Beats a rhythm in my chest from long ago.. Only say the word and I'll fly to be by your side.. Don't be leavin' me alone, longin' to know..
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade. A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me?. A menad, yet the sweetest colleen. Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade. A serenade siren'd to lure Zounds! not to court me?. A menad, yet the sweetest colleen. Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Sleepless nights on the hardwood floors. The sweet lullaby of slamming doors. We spend our time watching. Raindrops race up windshields. We spend our time waiting in line.