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Fordítás: Air. Ghost Sound.
Sleeping in the beetle bug With a hundred pounds of air in my heart Don't think that I'm able to sympathize I'm happier to see it gone Floating above
't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man You can't find 'em because they're not there You can depend on cruelty Crudity of thought and sound
, and something evil's lurking in the dark Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream, but terror takes the sound
Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the
Leave the bright, blue door on the white-washed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Just leave
fucking maze i record in may fuck what the critics say got lost friends now i am talking to their ghost my lost friends took the money not their ghost
tooth king Ghosts of my dead friends linger I toast to you, lover, blunts lit, wish I was hitting Cock back, four pound, let six in the air Rock that raw sound
's hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Outro: Ghostface Killah] God, yeah, party people You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio 777 FM, we in God dimension Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody on Staten Island
And one foot in the fire And it all goes down in your mind Living at the bottom of the stairs in your life Never a smile knocking on your door The air
'd swear? We never seen a stranger 'round here Is it the way the dust clings to the air But you'd swear, you'd swear Is it a mean streak, a desolation sound
lost intentions Two by two coming through the door Singing like a bird Boys and girls voices joined in song Voices in the air Fire crackers making so much noise Flying in the air
anymore, burden broke her wings. And I know this ghost, I have seen it before. Young it is the dying too fast, too soon, I'll be okay. The air thins in
turn out the light There are stains on the floor Where kitchen once stood There are ribs on the fire place Mixed with the wood There are forces in the air Ghosts
the trinity, the trinity, the trinity Throw your hands in the air if you're a true believer fall to the floor if you're feelin it Throw your hands in the air
