And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And, I don't want the world to see me
'Coz I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
P.S: වලි ඉවරා...යි.
And, you asked me what I want this year
and I try to make this kind and clear
just a chance that maybe we'll find better days...
Sally called when she got the word, And she said: "I suppose you've heard - About Alice". When I rushed to the window,And I looked outside, And I could hardly believe my eyes - As a big limousine rolled up Into Alice's drive...
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance, To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance, Now I gotta get used to not living next door to Alice... And Sally called back and asked how I felt, And she said: "I know how to help - Get over Alice". She said: "Now Alice is gone, But I'm still here, You know I've been waiting For twenty-four years..." And the big limousine disappeared...
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you summer wine My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet She reassured me with an unfamilliar line And then she gave to me more summer wine When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime And left me cravin' for more summer wine
In this part of the world men travel far and wide in search of the promised land. This may be the story of yours or mine , which shows , how far we must travel to find the place where we belong.....
ප:ලි: මේ මොන කයි-කතන්දර කිව්වත් මට අන්තිමට කියන්න තියෙන්නෙ: "මෙවන් කීවත් ලඳේ මෙසේ - සුපුන් සඳ ඔබ තමයි මගේ" කියල තමයි. ඔය Ricky Martin කියල ගොයියෙක් ඕක ඉංගිරිස් වලට පරිවර්තනය කලා නෙව , මේං මෙහෙම: She never drinks the water, makes you order French champagne Once you've had a taste of her, you'll never be the same But she'll take away your pain Like a bullet to your brain
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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