A letter to my future self, am I still happy, I begin Have I grown up pretty? Is daddy still a good man? Am I still friends with Colleen? I'm sure that
翻訳: メアリーエリザベスマクグリン. 手紙 - 失われた日から.
翻訳: サイレントヒルサウンドトラック. 晃山岡 - 失われた日からの手紙".
翻訳: サイレントヒルサウンドトラック. ロストデイズからの手紙".
A letter to my future self... Am I still happy yet again? Have I grown out 'pretty'? Is daddy still a good man? Am I still friends with Coleen? I'm sure
days can you relate Young black boys from council estates Rolling around the ends twenty man strong Pour some Hennessey for every man gone I know I ain't sent no letters
t joking when he wrote me that letter Things can't get any worse, they got to get better I'm a little down under, but I'm doing O.K. Got a little lost
Baby boo, only you can make me recover The lost parts of me I thought they'd gone a long time ago With you life runs like the best love letter I was
la la, yeah I will never leave you girl (My girl, my wife) You know I love you (My pain, my strife) Oh baby, oh baby I will never leave you girl (Good days
those days Invite me over and you kick me out Hate to find out what love is about Hate hoping/but love won't fail Send love lettes/and you get hate
Makeba, Makeba Sweet Makeba, Makeba Makeba Yo, how you doin', baby, it's been a long time Haven't seen you in a couple of years And the last I heard, you lost
Lord I hope you're hearing me This goes out to the lonely streets And all my brothers sick of crying yall [Verse 1] I got a letter from my nigga in prison
you'd shed a tear where from the Fucked up scar to the tough luck bar to my cousin fightin' Chapters in a crushed up car I handled live beef from the
My heart is beating from me I am standing all alone Please call me only if you are coming home Waste another year flies by Waste a night or two You taught
God is not good sometimes) This goes out to the lonely streets (He's good all the time) And all my brothers sick of crying y'all I got a letter from
fear till the end of crime that day in 1944 and a shipwreck water Lou Ann lost her father Lou Ann and her daughter walks from the crosses for whom they
I took the time to write to my old friend I walked across that burning bridge I mailed my letter off to Dallas but Her reply came from Anchorage, Alaska
I wasted My loneliness has slowly grown I told you not to cross the line And leave me with your love for granted The letters from your broken heart I think I might have lost
