far too late Here today, gone tomorrow Trail of tears leads to sorrow No reprieve,despite your wishing Trust betrayed,now she's missing Her image you cannot replace Missing
Vertaling: Betower. Ontbreek.
[Music and lyrics by Vargher] The Devil is my father, I shall live in sin. He guides me in the paths of evil for His name's sake. Even though I walk
horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue your face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya (we miss
Dance like tomorrow is never coming! Whenever we want, we want! Oh, party like we can outrun the sun! Run, run, run, run! We gonna miss it, can't miss
you'll never be my friend As time goes flying by I have to wonder why I don't see you anymore they call it chemistry What will or will not be What's missing
Lifeless life, sleepless sleep Under the stony sky of day my flesh shall keep Summer's heat shall never be missed Hecate's bliss has kissed these cool
just fine We'll both wear Kimono's No shoes on our feet Just take my hand Japan it with me Its an archipelago exotic and pure Of ancient enchantments
her enchanting voice it whispers serenades a dark romance. . . yet never again fate so tragic is mine to keep forever will I miss her last dying kiss
've come to see these halos Am I now worse off for this one night? All come enchanted, welcomed by the halos All the while we know those enamored never miss
holy flickering tv-screen You're served commercials day-time fakes and tv-priests You keep your VCR running almost constantly Afraid to miss out on something
of enchantment, New Mexico" From her arms I wandered far across the sea I often heard her gentle words haunting me Come back amigo, I miss you so To the land of enchantment
Life, Entrapping My Heart Into The Obscurity Life, Enchanting My Eyes Into The Grey Misery Something Is Marching Straight To Myself Still I Am Ruling
and loud they stick together in a fight, because thats the way it is, like how its always been, doorstep mecca, dont tell them what theyre missing, sling
at her there Looking 'round Won't make a sound MAID 2: Just keeps on gawking- Weird how she's not talking MAID 3: Look at her stare MAID 4: Lucky miss
I know that you already take as read I helped you You know the back of my hand I wish that we were enchanted Girl, now I take it for granted Your
The scent of a woman was not mine... Welcome home, darling Did you miss me?
