It was a thing I had to do It was a message from below It was a messy situation It was desire for a girl I'm not a wanker or a banker I'm not afraid
1. Nun will der Lenz uns grüßen von Mittag weht es lau. Aus allen Ecken sprießen die Blumen rot und blau. Draus wob die braune heide
want your money (Overriding volunteer) They don't think you're funny (Overriding volunteer) At all, at all, at all, at all (Overriding volunteer) Lindesfarne
I see a coldness in your eyes like a winter's day You won't accept the compromise love brings your way Perfection you see as your prize, oh yeah But
Who's dressed to kill, out to thrill Waiting for you tonight? Got my ear down to the ground Waiting for the warning sound Some thing's got to bite And
Such a lotta talk about willpower Such a lotta talk about willpower Ooh talkin', talkin', talkin' willpower Desire, talkin', talkin', talkin', talkin',
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Daddy's will was stronger than the winds of a hurricane Steady as a stone wall, never did hear him complain There were times when we had nothing but the
Nowhere here To call my home No one near To call my own All that's left Is for me to roam Somebody please Help me hang on Homeless child Homeless child
Ashes to ashes And dust to dust That's what has become Of our love and trust Love has no direction 'Cause love has no aim Love can leave you As fast
How I am strong Is to know what Makes me weak How I am found Is to know just whom I seek The gift of a blessing The burden of a sin Oh, turn to him, to
Tell me do you really know Your brother, man? Cause a heart speaks louder Than a color can And why would you even Shake a man's hand? If you're not going
Can you tell me why You're so uptight Out of your head And ain't talkin' right Can you tell me why Your mind ain't straight Out of touch And can't relate
You so easily amuse Like a pantomime Such a silent crime You so easily abuse Lack of confidence It's your best offense You so easily confuse You can
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Mama, why does he treat me so cold, so cold, so cold? Why do I feel so old, so old, so old? How long has he treated me unkind, unkind, unkind? Or have
I met a girl whose heart was on the right hand side And upon the left an angel did reside They told her mother that she never would survive But she kept
Battered and torn Still I can see the light Tattered and worn But I must kneel to fight Friend of mine What can't you spare? I know some times It gets