We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They picked up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think they
5:25 August 5th, 1962 Found her lying on her chest Her face all turning blue You think it was an overdose But could it have been the pact Could it have
This isn't really sex, this isn't really life This isn't really anything I think I like And I will not sit on broken glass Not for you or anyone I will
Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty mouth I'll be seeing you again I'll be seeing you
I'm so young and you're so old This my darlin', I've been told I don't care just what they say 'Cause forever I will pray You and I will be as free As
Oh, Donna, oh, Donna Oh, Donna, oh, Donna I had a girl, Donna was her name Since she left me, I never been the same 'Cause I love my girl Donna, where
Every night I hope and pray A dream lover will come my way A girl to hold in my arms And know the magic of her charms Because I want, I want A girl,
This magic moment So different and so new Was like any other Until I kissed you And then it happened It took me by surprise I knew that you felt it too
See the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle Just remember, darling, all the while You belong to me. See the marketplace in
People see us everywhere They think you really care But myself I can't deceive I know it's only make believe My one and only prayer is that some day
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A very old friend came by today 'Cause he was telling everyone in town Of the love that he just found And Marie's the name of his latest flame He talked
First things first, Ms. Monroe rises from the dead The henchmen came, knocked down the door To my never never world I hope you die, die monster die Die
As I walk along I wonder what went wrong With our love A love that was so strong And as I still walk on I think of the things we've done Together While
It's such a steep climb Up the mountain's south side It has a cloud that acts in such peculiar ways Accident count rising A young girl prophesizing To
Hate you father For you have sinned Why did You, Lord Let this life begin? I'm not your savior I'm not your son A forgotten boy Abandoned creation With
Upon this thresh-hold of disaster The birth of the eleventh plague The fires burn at night,I begin to doubt -The Smell of flesh-will ever fade away The
Once upon a long time ago Lived a humble puppet maker His son lost and died, blamed himself as he tried To sell his soul ever after I have the power