window she popped her head Cryin', "John, John, the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o, John! John! The grey goose is gone
Was stolen - someone Has taken away The heart of all day The smile of the sun Is gone and no one But you drives away The pain of the grey Is anybody out
for You hide in rooms and she assumes That you life blooms when you're around her You'll meet your death with you last breath sublime Your tower of power grey
darkness one float or one fall Th the abyss` morbid enigmas Far beyond the earthly grave Soul betakes to drift astray Infinite horizons of pale grey
heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. *O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey
to arbours cool. A time of valour, and legends born A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife to tell
mind, the life lesson will grow in time in your life, and in mine. I feel alright, but that's a lie, you are my years you are my strife; I got to
of bed Out of the window she cocked her head Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o John, John the grey
stolen - someone Has taken away The heart of all day The smile of the sun Is gone and no one But you drives away The pain of the grey Is anybody out there
Since long... been floating... through oceans... alone... Big walls of ice protect me for the outside It's cold inside, a neverending grey night Despite
up. It?s only? One more thing to say goodbye to, One more memory to fade in time. On a cold winter day When life seemed pointless and grey Three children
Living blood no longer feeds me Need no sympathy, for the life of being dead Of being eternally, I'm no stranger to this afterlife There's no puzzles, there's no strife
it, DMX, come on I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe to my wife You think I give a fuck, like you don't know I'm livin' trife Strife and
room to arbours cool. A time of valour, and legends born A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife to tell