Do I Exude An air of mystery Not quite I don't want to be To be deluded I hate delusion Well if it's not enough for you What am I expected to do One
're working Building a mystery Holding on, holding it in Oh yeah you're working Building a mystery And choosing so carefully Ooh you're working You're building a mystery
Baby I wanna be your mystery man Yeah you got ruby lipstick, petal mouth rouge Dime store jewelry, cheap perfume I don't mind, take my hand Honey I wanna be your mystery
coaches long Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long Well, that long black train take my baby and gone Mystery train, rollin' down the track Mystery
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Train I ride, sixteen coaches long Well that long black train got my baby and gone Train train, comin' 'round, 'round
yeah but if you don't say shit they don't know shit man Shit mothafucka don't never say nothin' Be all type of mothafuckin' unsolved mystery And shit
If I could shine a light on what I'm doing If I could find the love that might be freeing In this mystery of being In the mystery of living Seems to
[Sample: Smashing Pumpkins- "To Forgive"] Ten times removed, I forget about where it all began [XV - Verse 1] Yeah, Zack and Kelly but tell me and tot
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I was walkin' by the river I held my hand out to feel the rain Just a light rain Almost a sun shower Makin'all things shine again And I felt like I
Golden boy take your place among the stars Light your fire cast your glow near and far Mother's eyes warm you when you sleep There's a tree by a brook
I've seen two time losers running everywhere Shouting and screamin', "I was never there!" With their hands in the air Hands in the air I've seen bad
Words and music by bob seger I was a rolling stone But now I've come back home I've given up that trail I feel no need to fail So take your midnight
It's a mystery How the heart beats How the sun shines How our eyes meet It's a mystery It's a wonder How we keep from Sinking under It's a mystery
My old friend Sirius is riding high tonight Shinin'down so bright on the harbor lights I wonder I wonder Who are these strangers on the street seekin
Well I wish I had a nickel for every time I fell and blamed somebody else I'd give a ton of money to the ones I've hurt and I'd still be sittin' pretty
I saw them standing on a corner Bathed in ordinary light They turned away and started walkin' And faded off into the night Some years ago they were in
It's the age of reason for the anarchist It's a change of venue for the lobbyist It's a dream of justice buried in the grist It's a secret briefing based