Limp Bizkit - The surrender
Tekst :
Don t label me a monsterI m a monster just like you
Don t label me a victim
Cause I m a victim just like you
I m a victim just like you
When your heart aches
You can know that mine aches too
And when you run away
I run away like you
I run away like you, I do
But you know theres a part of me that will always let you down
And you know theres a part of me that will always make you cry
And you know theres a part of me that just wont let you die
Inside cause I surrender
I surrender into you, I do
Keep surrendering to you, I do, I do
I surrender just for you, for yes
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
History lesson
In Africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication.
A Negro has got no name
Quite often, the words of the song are meaningless.
A Negro has got no name
We are wearing the name of our master...
A Negro has got no name
Quite often, the words of the song are meaningless.
A Negro has got no name
We are wearing the name of our master...
Nowhere fast
I needed just a hit, one hit,
Its a very little hit,
I m sure i would like it,
I needed to be hurt,
One hit would send me flying,
I got away with murder last night in the parking lot,
In cold blood i have...
Its a very little hit,
I m sure i would like it,
I needed to be hurt,
One hit would send me flying,
I got away with murder last night in the parking lot,
In cold blood i have...
Black & white boy
Black and white boy, black and white boy
You re so extreme, you re so confused
Colour me in, whatever mood I m in
I could be still in touch with you
And you re full of the wonder of Spring
It s all...
You re so extreme, you re so confused
Colour me in, whatever mood I m in
I could be still in touch with you
And you re full of the wonder of Spring
It s all...
Song for clay
I am trying to be heroic,
In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.
So I enjoyed and I devoured
flesh and wine and luxury.
But in my heart,
I am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.
At Les Trois Garçons...
In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic,
because all around me history sings.
So I enjoyed and I devoured
flesh and wine and luxury.
But in my heart,
I am lukewarm;
nothing ever really touches me.
At Les Trois Garçons...
Miss U
They said you re in love again
And I tried to hide my pain
I was buried in my bed
With your pictures in my head
You were living another life
It cuts me like a knife
I hope you understand
I m the one who s left behind
Tomorrow you ll be gone
And I ll miss you
Yeah...
And I tried to hide my pain
I was buried in my bed
With your pictures in my head
You were living another life
It cuts me like a knife
I hope you understand
I m the one who s left behind
Tomorrow you ll be gone
And I ll miss you
Yeah...