One heart, one other they met last summer One move, she started now they love this way The pain of pleasure lying together You're at their mercy as the
In the heat of the street of the city A young boy hides the pain And he walks so tall, trying to hang on But he knows he's going down again I know he'
In a time, in a place In a world, they forgot Lives the heart of me A part that just won't die Just a boy, not a man Sent to war, in a land They said
I've been working every day since you've been gone Ending the road that our love once traveled on And I'll have you back when I am through 'Cause I'm
Wanted by the minister Wanted by the dean Wanted by the old folks Wanted by the teens Wanted by the dealers Wanted by the fiends Wanted by the girls in
37 grados y un monton de huesos con algo de pellejo alrededor habra que echar toda la carne al asador. Es un asunto muy viejo con
It's strong island for real, where the critters run wild The prefix is 516, the top of the dial Through the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under And across
6th Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence [42:04] music by Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy, Rudess I. OVERTURE [06:49] (instrumental) II. ABOUT TO
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Promised cures for everyman Snake oil and circuses You can get to Heaven, yes you can So judge the books by their surfaces And someone's taking care
You have always seen The best parts of me With my uncovered eyes Loose from lenses absorbing light Your hand is wrapped in mine The sun set for the last
Witness a blinding light, sudden bright light from a blast Pulsing radiation moving through cracks under skin Feel the fire in the wind, deadly kiss of
He was standin' by the highway With a sign that just said "mother" When he heard a driver comin' 'bout a half a mile away Then he held the sign
And so I sit here in the dark You made the rules, I played the part I never rushed or pushed my fate When time was tight, I knew to wait And circumstance
Unless the Lord builds the house They labor in vain to try at all Building anything not according to His call Unless the Lord wants it done You better
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean in Jesus' Name When
[Bridge] ... Tell badda dan go find me Di man wit di gud weed fi Mi eye bleed mi nah want No cure no zaza no bush weed. Not nice! [