Justin Solonynka piosenki

You're better than me Or I'm better than you Maybe together We can find a Better View Not peace through competition Not harmony through war 'Cause if we have it all All we want is more 

Listen to me and I will sing you an angry song Remember my words, you won't have to hear them for very long It's enough to be vacant, enough just to stare You don't have to struggle, you don't have to care Just pretend that you do – that's enough to get yo...

I've been here a million years - that's just the beginning There is no phoenix here, and the foreman is grinning He says, "Mr. Cummings, your writing just couldn't be better." Look down at my masterpiece, it's in capital letters My penance is started, I'l...

Now I've been told that love's the thing that makes the world go 'round It's all you need, it's patient and it's kind And I know that it's not easy to love your enemies So often matter wins out over mind... But I'm gonna love everybody, love my friends a...

The old man died and her soul went along Not that she really knew him And they were caught like flies in a posthumous web On a thread marked "Next of kin" And now they have what once was his own And all the stories besides She begins to rummage and hopes...

This isn't me you're listening to This isn't me at all It's just some sounds I happen to create They fall upon your ears – I hope you like them Maybe not, maybe not, But it isn't me you're listening to at all That isn't me you're reading there It's ju...

(Verse 1) Living in this world can often make you feel like hell With Bosnia and Libya and Kosovo, as well Outside the USA are wars with guns, and bombings, too In our own peace-torn nation, whatever can we do? (Chorus) We're all gonna go play paintball...

It's a game that I won't play I've got my wins and losses safely tucked away Yeah in the past I chose to fight - not today I should have known what was in store We'd met up on that playground many times before And you still think that I'm a lamb, well -...

Harry the Postman, he worked in the mailroom He did his job and did his job well Stamping and sorting and packing and shipping Alone in his own private hell He never got married, he'd spent all his years Living the post office beat 'Til one fateful day w...

She wakes up, nice white face in nice white house On privileged white street Goes down and has some coffee, turns the TV on And makes herself oatmeal The morning news, there's Charlie Talking 'bout a place she'll never be Where all the people died someho...