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Speeding into the horizon Dreaming of the sirens Wishing for broken glass on a highway It could be so easy The rhythm, rhythm of an engine Always makes
I once loved a sailor Once a sailor loved me But he was not a sailor Who sailed on the wide blue sea He sailed in an airship Sailed like a bird on the
I felt your love slip away You know you shouldn't want to stay Tell me why you disappeared And why you've come back here It hurts to have you near The
I'm wide awake with the scared sun Sending echoes out to distant places I hear the watch tickin on your wrist Sleeping beauty i could not resist you My
As far as the eye can see Sharp dressed fools with their crazy rules here And blinding advice from all my friends Reaching for perfection I take off
Under the moon, I'm a warrior Seeking the shades of the night Crossing the land like a hero Marching with pain and delight Nothing to gain but the scars
I see a new beginning as I'm moving towards my grave I'll be rising from this life into silent darkness It's just a glimpse of our time I must act while
Black oil on water, dark soul in pain My eyes cry softly in the pouring rain Rising from the ashes where the fire took it's toll And the wheel keeps turning
No one knows the way It's all a secret Hunt for knowledge On your journey home Gotta fight for freedom, independent power Living for now, trying somehow
She's got fear in her mind, killing pain all the time And the loneliness makes her feel hollow She will stay out of sight, from the bright daylight To
Stranger in a foreign land I reach for you so take my hand Torn inside, I give the best I can Crave to feel and throw the dice We'll make another sacrifice
I have walked this road before So hard to find unopened doors Lost my way but I have to stay for a while I'll be searching for more And my wounds are
Better move our stuff to the neighbours cellar Better move our stuff or we're going to die There's bombs dropping on Heathrow There's bombs dropping
Our fires high and the airbags tight Food's low but the skies are bright Props spinning all through the night We're low on cash but seen another target
FOOLISH, TWISTED EGOS AT WORK LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO DESTROY ANOTHER BABY BORN WITH A KNIFE IN ITS BACK WILL REACH OUT FOR THE MOTHER THAT IT NEVER
Speeding Into the horizon Dreaming of the siren Wishing for her broken glass on the highway It could be so easy The rhythm Rhythm of an engine Always
The water?s rising up | the air is getting oh so thin | I struggle but I lie trapped under this crushing tide | My hands still shake with fear | the
