Verse 1 Krewella. Roses in the sun. Falling one by one. Every thorn stung. I was so numb. I almost didn't see you come. Chorus Krewella. When the walls around me were caving in. You saved my life
Face to face, we've come from lands undone. We bend and twist this broke mess, yet to see the sun. And now soon you'll see the glory. And I'm proof of living dead Destroy what you've built, give
. We skirt around the danger zone and dont talk about it later Marlene who watches from the wall. Her mockin' smile says it all. As she recordsthe rise and fall. Of every soldier passing. But the
As the reality of the times take hold. We come to terms with the sadness we bear. Missin' the times we never get to share. Wo wo, wo wo, wo wo, wo wo. Just a few words because we care. Still I got
. Heinz Doofenshmirtz I fell down the hill, I got glue on my hands,. now I got records on my fingers and I just can't stop. Teens Don't stop! Don't stop!. Heinz Doofenshmirtz Well I would if I was able
I left the room She left a year ago. With my record collection. Now all I have. Is my own reflection I reckon, if she moved. Away to the moon. Id still wanna know. What she said when I left the
June and you were my Johnny Cash. Never one without the other We made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you. I put those records on (whoa). Lyrics from _perry/the_one_that_got_away. html . Someone said you
sight. And I put away therecords. We listen to each night I rearrange each little thing. As I've done so many times. And I won't put them back. Until the next time Not until the next time. Will I
. Yeah, and a juke-box jumping with records like in the U. S. A. Well, I'm so glad I'm livin' in the U. S. A. Yes. I'm so glad I'm livin' in the U. S. A. Anything you want, we got right here in the U
sight. And I put away therecords. We listen to each night I rearrange each little thing. As I've done so many times. And I won't put them back. Until the next time Not until the next time. Will I
We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga. Niggas like WaltDisney around this bitch You're in the presence of the real. Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill. In a whole another
We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga. Niggas like WaltDisney around this bitch You're in the presence of the real. Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill. In a whole another