the torch and she is the theme. . She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes. To avoid her words. . They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching. She's
the torch and she is the theme. . She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes. To avoid her words. . They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching. She's
the torch and she is the theme. . She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes. To avoid her words. . They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching. She's
, these niggaz. In the game don't sound the same Aiyyo what happened?. (They ain't got in 'em to make a classic). Aiyyo what happened?. (These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it) Aiyyo, I ain't
go. I can look deep into your light and shout. Hold me. Hold me. Hold me. Hold me. Hold me I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul. And we're feeling old, feeling so cold. She is the torch
the torch and she is the theme. . She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes. To avoid her words. . They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching. She's
the torch and she is the theme. . She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes. To avoid her words. . They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching. She's
