Tekst :
Best dressed, worst hair
Too much, do we care?
Best dressed, worst hair
Too much, do we care?
Watch me fall down from the top of my rooftop
You re calling out my name
There s nothing left to say
You scream till I m not coming down
Without puncturing your lung
I m not falling into love
I m not
Cause I ve fallen down
Can we repent
Forget mistakes our fathers made
Tried so hard to die for these two
Choices that could change the way
My heart beats for this everyday
Well everything has changed
Love turns into hate
I wish that I was six again
Fight this battle everyday
But I won t turn into this
Won t turn into this
And I m never one for make up
Now the blood drips from your face
And always seen the distant place
And you carve lips
And a thousand grips
The things we never held in the first place
And our hands shake
And our hearts brace
And the streetlight says goodnight
And I ll head home
Can we repent
Forget mistakes our fathers made
Tried so hard to die for these two
Choices that could change the way
My heart beats for this everyday
Well everything has changed
Love turns into hate
I wish that I was six again
Fight this battle everyday
But I won t turn into this
Well you ll die for this
But I ll live forever
You can t change this
Cause this is my design
Well you ll die from me
But I ll live forever
We can t change this
Cause this is my design
Tekst :
kizutsuita nukegara wo tada dakishimeteita
furisosogu ame wa shizuka na kimi no namida
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
kono yume kara
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Oshietekure Maria!!!!
koroshite... to hohoemi nagara hoho ni fureta
mienai me ni namida wo tamete kieteyuku
Take me Out
Take me Out
Take me Out
kono yume kara
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Kotaetekure JESUS!!!
God said when you die,
Your life will pass before your own eyes.
If you want to feel it right now,
Just do it, do it, do it!
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
kono yume kara
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Oshietekure
Take me Out
Take me Out
Take me Out
kono yume kara
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Real or dream?
Kotaetekure JESUS!!!
Tekst :
Todos os homens desse nosso planeta
Pensam que mulher é tal e qual um capeta
Conta a história que Eva inventou a maçã
Moça bonita, só de boca fechada,
Menina feia, um travesseiro na cara,
Dona de casa só é bom no café da manhã
Então eu digo:
Santa, santa, só a minha mãe (e olhe lá)
É canja-canja,
O resto põe na sopa pra temperar!
Dama da noite não dá pra confiar,
Cinderela quer um sapatão pra calçar,
Noiva neurótica sonha com o noivo galã (um lixo!)
Amiga do peito fala mal pelas costas,
Namorada sempre dá a mesma resposta
Foi-se o tempo em que nua era Elvira Pagã
Então eu digo:
Santa, santa, só a minha mãe (e olhe lá)
É canja-canja,
O resto põe na sopa pra temperar!