MARS CLIP MONDAY - ROME
February 20th, 2012
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“EVEN THOUGH THREE DIFFERENT DOCTORS TOLD HIM IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO SING THE SHOW WITHOUT SERIOUSLY INJURING HIMSELF HE SAID “NO FUCKING WAY AM I MISSING ROME”
~Tomo about Jared
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20 feb 2012
My Daily MARS Song
FROM YESTERDAY Live with Ely Guerra at Los Premios MTV in Mexico 2007
My favourite performance of this song...I've watched it live on my tv. I remember this so well,very amazing!!♥
FROM YESTERDAY Live at Pavilhão Atlântico in Lisbon 2010
♫ FROM YESTERDAY ♫
He’s a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one
For a fortune he'd quit
But it’s hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message...
On a mountain, he sits,
Not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can look,
See the lives that he took
From a council of one
He’ll decide when he's done with the innocent
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the messages
On his face is a map of the world
From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday
From yesterday
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the messages.
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one
For a fortune he'd quit
But it’s hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message...
On a mountain, he sits,
Not of gold but of shit
Through the blood he can look,
See the lives that he took
From a council of one
He’ll decide when he's done with the innocent
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
On his face is a map of the world, a map of the world
From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the messages
On his face is a map of the world
From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to write the message
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday
From yesterday
But he doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the message
He doesn't want to write the messages.
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