Otros Ejercicios
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But back it's a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
me, it's me again
You can subdue, but tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yeah, keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two distance
has got to know
His limitations
claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
bullets
Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I again
paranoid
enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Once you committed me...
Now you've acquitted me...
Claiming validity...
For your stupidity...
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again
(Whoa)
Sweating bullets
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
