The Lust of the Libertines. Is really quite tame. It rages quietly nigh here beside you. And your lust for fame. But fame is such a sinister game, I know....
[Incomprehensible]. . What did I dream?. Oh, there's nothin' as it seems. On the way back 'round for me. . What did I dream?. There's nothin' as it seems.
I was a troubled teen. Who put an advert in a magazine. To the annoyance of my imaginary lover. She doubted my philosophy and this is what she said to me.
I was a troubled teen. Who put an advert in a magazine. To the annoyance of my imaginary lover. She doubted my philosophy and this is what she said to me.
I'll never really understand why I believe you. You're so sly and underhand, I think I'll leave you now. With everything I stole since we met. I stole no kisses, just some books and the odd cigarette.
Roll a four, roll a nine. Find yourself washed up in paradise. Like before you didn't mind. Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday. . What a nice day for a murder.
Once upon a time. Once upon a time. When the cold wind that blows. When the cold wind that blows in my heart. It was a summer breeze. And she would meet me.
[Baby Rasta]. . Se supone que esto no pasara. Que entre los dos no se mezclara nada. Sin sentimiento alguno, pero te lo juro. Que el corazn me traiciono.
We're coming. They're going. They're smoking their hash. Spending your address. We've only got to look around. To know these boys are sound. We're here looking at sights.
Your silhouette only remains on the day you left me,. Alone in my sleep,. Sanity, is fighting off the demons. Just to keep two souls in one dream,. Maybe your hearts like a satellite.
Deep flows the stream. Beneath the hills of Occident. Dark as blood running through ages dim. From beginning 'til the end. In caves and grottoes spied.
And you go down like submarine / In the cigarette haze filled neon sea / A new cat to skin / For all the dog days / For every nobody face / Has a story to tell / Has a soul to sell / Different maps of hell.
How high the Sun. For the Lovers, for the Moon. For the Hanged Man. . For the Fool. . Tread gently with your dancing feet. Over past men in righteous sleep.
The coil of the spring. Has tighented too tight. It's awkward and tense. And it no longer fits me. Disappointment and stress. Has drained me away. I can't think anymore.
Por que tu lloras. everytime i think about it a mi me rosa. el tono de tu voz a mi me controla. the way yo want it, i got, come and get it, get it started, dami mami, i wan more!.
(DeMarchi/Elson/Parise/Leslie/Celenza). Something's gotta change. I been looking at you wrong honey strange. I been living lovin' lies. like money's change.
(DeMarchi/Parise/Leslie). How can you rest when you're not tired. How can you live when all hope has expired. You don't know what you're missing. I hope you know that you're missed.
How can you rest when you're not tired. How can you love when all hope has expired. You don't know what you're missing. I hope you know that you're missed.
Life lives alone on top of a hill. Tonight the moon is closer than it's been. In three hundred years. And if you feel like the weakest link. Well you just let your body sink.
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