Oh, no
I'm back
Back at the same old road
Back at the beginning
I stand before that door again
Reluctant to walk in
I don’t want to hurt again
I don’t want to go through it all
Chorus
So I stay
Wondering if I’ll ever make it through
Hoping there’s a way
To make it last forever
So I pray
Waiting for someone to respond
Hoping there’s a way
To make you mine forever
Oh, no
I’m stuck
My life put to a stop again
Won’t you open that door for me?
I kneel before your holy feet
Can you hear my cry?
I don’t want to hurt again
I don’t want to go through it all
Chorus
Free me
Put me down
Tell me you’ll be mine
Tell me I’ll be fine
Kiss me
Put me up
Among the stars
Inside your eyes
So I won’t stay
Wondering if I’ll ever make it through
Hoping there’s a way
To make it last forever
So I won’t pray
Waiting for someone to respond
Hoping there’s a way
To make you mine forever
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Primijetio sam da ljudi misle kako su ovo pjesme koje sam ja prepisao od drugih poznatih ili nepoznatih umjetnika, ali da sad raščistim...ovo su MOJE pjesme...ja sam ih napisao...ja sam...bez ičije pomoći...(ok, možda mi tu i tamo netko da inspiraciju, ali to ne znači da su sudjelovali u stvaranju pjesme :P)
Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside
Your heart...
I've been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race
Before monkeys had YOU in traits
I mastered numerology
And big bang theology
Perform lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I can start blessing it
Chin checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist my chords like double helixes
and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this