The old man is crying and he's lying. The blood on his hands (is) from his wife. Oh Lucy your mother is crying in the sky. Lucy Where am I?. . They took me away from the (crime) scene.
The old man is crying and he's lying. The blood on his hands (is) from his wife. Oh Lucy your mother is crying in the sky. Lucy Where am i?. . They took me away from the (crime) scene.
Saturday, I love you like gold. Not like the Monday, you pass like a ghost. The fire killed you like a motherless child. I saw you last Sunday at Barbara Hotel.
Saturday I love you like gold. Not like the Monday, you passed like a ghost. The fire killed you like a motherless child. I saw you at Sunday at Barbara Hotel.
Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly. So sad and singing sadly. A violet plucked from Mother's grave. . Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the gutter. The sound of you will be no more.
Here I sit at Mary Ann's place. Oh baby, the rain is always pouring when I'm here. Saw the lightning, caught your stone. Oh, maybe the angels of tomorrow will let me go.
Dear Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. I'm on my knees, I'm beggin' you. Awake the fallen one in me. Thy power above all I hail. . The white room on your grave I brought.
Dear Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. I'm on my knees, I'm beggin' you. Awake the fallen one in me. Thy power above all I hail. . The white room on your grave I brought.
Hide or alone you make it feel at home. Silence is not even there no more. You make it feel at ease something to embrace. A heart that's forever believing it.
Making believe,. That you still love me.. It's leaving me. Alone and so blue.. I'll always dream, but I'll never own you.. Making believe,. That's all I can do..
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When I was a young boy. I lived for rock 'n' roll. Spent our time playing gigs. And traveling on the road. . And we didn't have much money. And the gigs were sometimes rough.
When I was a young boy. I lived for rock 'n' roll. Spent our time playing gigs. And traveling on the road. . And we didn't have much money. And the gigs were sometimes rough.
Pretty Polly Possum what's wrong with you?. Your body's kind a weak and you think there's nothing we can do. Good Golly Polly shame on you. 'Cause Molly made a stew that'll make a newer girl out of you.
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell. Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well. Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow.
Oh! You told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice. And I was too confused to see the meaning. Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice.
era tardi, in discoteca. musica triste da fine serata. ho preso la giacca per andare via. ma poi ti ho visto nel buio e ho cambiato idea. . Ci siamo guardati per un momento.
I speak in many tongues to many men. Argue with angels and I always win. But I don't know the first thing about love. . I prophesy and know all mysteries.
We move for all mankind. A million miles from everything we've ever known. We're on their hearts and minds. A million heads are bowed to bring us safely home.
What a beautiful way to fake it. A sort of graceful defeat. Pound a pattern out on the pavement. Sound the siren out through the streets. . Advance in perfect nonchalance.