Don't fade away, my brown-eyed girl Come walk with me, I'll fill your heart with joy And we'll dance through our isolation Seeking solace in the wisdom
Don't fade away, my brown-eyed girl Come walk with me, i'll fill your heart with joy And we'll dance through our isolation. Seeking solace in the wisdom
Oversættelse: Dead Can Dance. Må ikke Fade Away.
: Don't fade away, my brown-eyed girl Come walk with me, i'll fill your heart with joy And we'll dance through our isolation. Seeking solace in the
being good, I can't help myself HEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY (Chorus) Turn the radio on, let the music play If I could I'd dance my life away And if you can't
and listen Ice is back with a brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't
back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon, daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn
brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know Turn off the
find out where I'm at (The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down.) It's gone away my song so long. (Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli,) (I can't
But I don't see no abstinent crabs in it Perverse perpin' after the salt I can Hear the rehearsal of a serpent, urgent 'Cause you don't use your head when you shed skin Dead
the movies show, this is where stories go Stars we don't want to reach, scars we don't want to stitch Go where we haven't been, fly away, time machine
race against the clock, and I can't stop countdown, Hear the sound see boogie brown.. (uptown saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from new york, Word life. you know I can
dancing on graves to love the dead laughing to fade our cries away... our wings won't break cause we fly through eternal skies where we can't grow weary
we don't need life Rotting souls Let them die Corrosion Rotting souls Let them die And we don't need life [Anybody Killa] Corrosion keeps creepin' Don't let it wash you away
the heart. We don't need a crowded ballroom everything we want is here and face to face we will embrace the perfect year. We don't need a crowded
ghetto's trying to kill me See in 94 them bitches can't fade me And to your dome it's a 9 a 380 Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass You see the
while my brains on fast foward, you're a victim and you don't even know it, the evil poet, you got no hand, you can't catch it when I throw it. depression