Number One Gun - Celebrate mistakes

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Was it attraction or just a fraction of your time
Was it a moment just to show that you’re alive
Could it be so bad to fallow all these dreams, I have,
And use them for your glory
And turn around my face
So what’s that fear to fall a way

One of these day’s ill find a way,
To celebrate all my mistakes
Falling over just to show you I’m alive
Could it be, so bad, to fallow all these dreams, I have,
And use them for your glory
And turn around my face
So what’s that fear to

Fall away in you is the only way to fall way

Fall asleep into your arms
And breathe inside
And go on and fall away

Everyone’s running out of time
So get what you’ve wanted all your life
Planning for your mistakes
Has taken you far away
So take what’s inside and make your mind
Just to make sure your right

Inne utwory

  • We are
  • Hear this
  • Pretend
  • This is all we know
  • The last time
  • Number One Gun
  • The time is now
  • These things
  • Regrets of photographs
  • All you have
  • Golden smile
  • Invest in you
  • You fail sometimes
  • Fireside wing
  • Starting line
  • Wake me up
  • Find your escape
  • Life is what you make it
  • Losowe utwory

    Simple man

    Mama told me when I was young
    Come sit beside me, my only son
    And listen closely to what I say.
    And if you do this
    It will help you some sunny day.
    Take your time... Don t live too fast,
    Troubles will come...

    Practice what you preach

    Thing you got me hooked
    Let me tell you something
    You misunderstood
    You won t catch me jumping
    You better take a look
    Cause baby I ll be waiting
    Don t play hide and seek
    Better practice what you preach
    They say...

    Touch your woman

    We can t always both be right
    We sometimes disagree
    But you ve got the right to speak your mind
    An it s the same with me
    When the anger s at an end
    And you want inside my arms again
    All you...

    Regarde-moi

    C est plus fort que moi,
    A chaque fois,
    Je m en mords les doigts,

    En faire trop ou pas
    Assez, voilà
    Un drôle de choix,

    Sans en avoir l air
    Mes seuls repères,
    J avoue, je les perds

    Facelift

    Torn between Life
    Dividing Inside
    Dwelling on the Lies
    They made to build their Lives
    Born an Accident
    In a World where no one Fits
    A Fact of life for me
    Starving in Poverty
    Born here
    Die here
    Reason of...