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Sing to me my muses Lost in hot Cyclops anarchy Possession, invention ... blood, blood Spirits, spirits.... come, cum... Where will these visions lead
the family fell apart with a strict blow from an ill-divine addiction transfixed on its own undulating survivor rate for the sake of right mind and public
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(toni dae/joy swines) I've been known to tie one on and honky tonk til half past three But the party don't get started til my baby pours her love on
LA TRAVIATA Lunge da lei per me non v'ha diletto! Volaron giA tre lune dacchA© la mia Violetta agi per me lasciA?, dovizie, amori e le pompose feste
Skeletons and Spirits Words & Music by Allison Crowe Take your sympathy and shove it as for the pain, well, I love it I'll eat your words I'll devour
I never fell in love so easily Where the four winds blow, I carry on I'd like to take you where my spirit flies Through the empty skies, we go alone Never
There is no political solution To our troubled evolution Have no faith in constitution There is no bloody revolution We are spirits in the material world
Junkie XL is in the house Junkie XL is in the house So you wanna play games, sweetie You think you're such a smooth operator You're tempted by fame And
I am one of these dumb wise men So I've much ado to know myself I don't know how to get clear with all the depths I owe Thru the hour-glass they flow
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I have lost my blue-eyed darling, Now I sit with a broken heart By my cabin in the Carolina hills Oh I loved a shiner's daughter Loved her true with
We face the fear but we can't hide from it We taste the tears the wounded cry We have to meet the end of dawning And we must walk through deepest night
Wo schmerzlich Zeit musst heftig wogen, da thronet ein erforner Bogen. Stille bereitet sich endlich an, müden Wandrern zart zu nahn. Kein Lichtstrahl
Wo silbern Wasser rauschen, Zeit lange schon verbannt - da sitzt er auf altem Steine, die Fidel in der Hand. Lässt wundersam sie klingen, nun lausche
Still, still war die Nacht, nur reget sich sacht - von Dunste bedeckt, ein See tief im Walde, im Schilfe, die Schwäne, ihr Wehklagen hallte.... Die