Lirik Lagu Death of a Martian - Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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Bear paws and rascal powerWatching us in your garageBig girl you ate the neighborThe nova is overWake up and playBalleradioMake room for clara's bare feetThe love of a martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteorThis clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'Making something out of nothin'These are the best that II don't know how to sayLosin' what I love todayThese are the best that ILots of love just keep it comin'Making something out of nothin'These are the best that II don't know what to sayLook at what I lost todayAnd these are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchenSigning off and winding downThis martain ends her missionThe nova is overShe caught the ballBy the mission bellChase lizards bark at donkeysThe love of a martian
Let's bow our headsAnd let the trumpets blowOur girl is goneGod bless her little soul
(She's got sword in caseTho this is not her lord incaseThe one who can't afford to faceHer image is restored to grace.
Disappeared.No trace.Musky tears.Suitcase.
The down turn braveLittle burncub bearcareless turnip snareRampages pitch color pages...Down and out but not in Vegas.Disembarks and disengages.No loft.
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitudeFor the sniffing black noses that snort and alludeTo dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its.It's for you.
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duckMuscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.It's a beehive barrel race.A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost.The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles... away...)
Tick tock and waiting for the meteorThis clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'Making something out of nothin'These are the best that II don't know how to sayLosin' what I love todayThese are the best that ILots of love just keep it comin'Making something out of nothin'These are the best that II don't know what to sayLook at what I lost todayAnd these are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchenSigning off and winding downThis martain ends her missionThe nova is overShe caught the ballBy the mission bellChase lizards bark at donkeysThe love of a martian
Let's bow our headsAnd let the trumpets blowOur girl is goneGod bless her little soul
(She's got sword in caseTho this is not her lord incaseThe one who can't afford to faceHer image is restored to grace.
Disappeared.No trace.Musky tears.Suitcase.
The down turn braveLittle burncub bearcareless turnip snareRampages pitch color pages...Down and out but not in Vegas.Disembarks and disengages.No loft.
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitudeFor the sniffing black noses that snort and alludeTo dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its.It's for you.
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duckMuscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.It's a beehive barrel race.A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost.The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles... away...)
