¿Qué más quieres de mí. Si he pasado esta prueba de tu amor? Y no tengo el valor. De escapar para siempre del dolor. Demasiado pedir.

Into the distance a ribbon of black. Stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field. Standing alone my senses reeled.

Give it to me, I'm worth it. Baby, I'm worth it. Uh-huh, I'm worth it. Gimme, gimme, I'm worth it. Give it to me, I'm worth it. Baby, I'm worth it (uh).

Eu nunca amei alguém como eu te amei. Por isso não consigo te esquecer. Esqueça aquilo tudo que eu falei. Mas guarde na lembrança que eu te amo.

I can't get no satisfaction. I can't get no satisfaction. 'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try. I can't get no, I can't get no.

Ooh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. Now you're thinkin' 'bout it. Girl, you're thinkin' 'bout it. What we got here. How we fuckin' got here. They recognized.

Unos, dos, tres, catorce. Turn it up loud, captain. Lights go down, it's dark. The jungle is your head, can't rule your heart.

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all.

(Yeah) oh. (Yeah). I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone. You bled me dry just like the tears you never show.

One, two, three, four. Settle down with me. Cover me up. Cuddle me in. Lie down with me. And hold me in your arms. And your heart's against my chest.

Agora que gemem mais pálidas nossas memórias. Que há neve no televisor. Agora que chove nas sala e se apagam. As velas do barco que me iluminou.

Dead man lying on the bottom of the grave. Wondering when savior comes is he gonna be saved. Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life.

Astro, yeah. Sun is down, freezin' cold. That's how we already know winter's here. My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt.

Dirty soda, Spike Lee, white girl, Ice T. Fully loaded AP, yeah. I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops.

I want to run, I want to hide. I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside. I wanna reach out and touch the flame.

Blue jeans, white shirt. Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn. It was like James Dean, for sure.

When it's black. Take a little time to hold yourself. Take a little time to feel around before it's gone. You won't let go but still keep from falling down.

Sixteen carriages drivin' away. While I watch them ride with my dreams away. To the summer sunset on a holy night.

Look, I just want to break up all your shit. Call your mama phone. Let her know that she raised a bitch, then dial tone, click.

Wake up in the morning. And I raise my weary head. I've got an old coat for a pillow. And the earth was last night's bed. I don't know where I'm going.

Come on. Come on, although ya try to discredit. Ya still never read it. The needle, I'll thread it, radically poetic.