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Whenever I m hurt, you are my nurse
You stand beside me through all seasons
You clean up my face, you fill up my space
With white linen and syringes
Out on the road you carry my load
Make it lighter when I feel weak
And when i am blind you crawl in my mind
And make me wiser than I could ever be alone

I know it ain t easy
I know it s getting harder for you
I know it ain t easy
But these are the roads that we choose

When I make a mess you wash and you dress me
When I m wired you talk me down
When I m a fool you re calm and you re cool
I never want for anything when you re around
When I m in your bed, all you ever do
Is treat me with respect, but I don t know how

I know It ain t easy
Yes, I know it s getting harder for you
I know it ain t easy
But these are the roads that we choose

Though I ve made some big mistakes
You don t complain at all
Even when you come and find me
Crying like a baby
Standing up in the bathtub

Whenever I m hurt, you are my nurse
You stand beside me through all seasons
You re patient when I m slow, warm when I m cold
You re everything I m not, you know everything I don t

I know it ain t easy
I know it s getting harder for you
I know it ain t easy
But these are the roads that we choose
These are the roads that we choose
These are the roads that we choose

Nam s toboy nekuda bol she speshit
my opozdali na vse samolyoty
prikryt glaza
zabyt sya, usnut , plyt
tol ko my - vsyo ostal noe k chertu

Ya budu zhadno glotat rtom vozduh
tvoih ob yatiy, i v...

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spinst o its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They ve opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that...

(Who says God is dead who says God is dead)
Who says God is dead I m a talkin to him now
Who says God is dead he s with us all right now
He knows every move that you make he knows every time you...

We are not
Like a piece of flesh without some feelings.
Like a crowd of pigs inside a barn.
I can’t deal with codes and got my own name.
Please don t call me xt 99.

We are not
Like a flock of sheeps piled in small cages.
Like a data sheet inside a chart.
Listing all you...

Żył sobie chłopczyk,
wierny dziewczynce,
i z tą wiernością,
radość w skrzynce.
Jak każdy wie,
to miłość płonie,
a drewniana skrzynka nie sprawdziła się.
Na przód ten marsz,
tak się bronią,
i dawno sprawdzona dłoń z dłonią.
Na przód do dna,
gdzie smutek już nie ma,
gdzie jedyną prawdą,
jest On i Ona.

There was a boy,
and there was a girl,
and if they could,
they...