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Wet 'n Wild
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Walkin' Good
Below the bridge the water rose on by. Troubles gone and time is on my side. Been living in my ordinary shoes. Walkin` off my ordinary blues. . Once upon a love so bright and true.
Waterfalls
Its times like this. My back against the wall. I stand outside to catch the rain that falls. My head held high. Staring at the sky. Turning pages, writing chapters to my life.
What It Feels Like
You are a long way from home. Youve got a long way to go. I know youve nothing to say. I know its better this way. But I see you drifting away. . You dont know what it feels like.
We Go On
Written by Mikkel SE / H Rustan / TE Hermansen.. . Another night has almost begun. Another day has finally gone. I wanna know is it you and me. I gotta feeling this is meant to be.
Wings Of Eternity (fighting Sons)
[Martin: The song came About during a jam session with Jurgen,]. [We wanted to create a power hymn. then Frankie]. [and i had some more ideas and one night we finished the song].
Whisper
[Tim: inspired by a psychEdelic moment where]. [i tried to create a ballad that wasn't to classic.]. [Lovers afflicted with doubts.]. . [vers:]. will I follow words I've ever known.
When I Get Ready
When I get ready I'm gonna show you. How some real good loving can be. When I get ready I'm gonna show you. That the best things in life are free. . Having fun and singing songs.
Without You
sometimes - times I can't think cause your face it lies. it lies in my eyes. nor can I stand one day again when we're lost in lies. no lives can breathe no air at a time.
Wish
I wish you would find your little peace of mind. I wish you would try to overcome your self-denial. I wish that one day you'll come and make me say. I swear, I can fly, I'll take you to the sky, yeah, yeah,.
Water Oh My Puberty
Verse1:. . Centerfolds getting actually - times on the Calvary - Im. . 14 years old there after me - Im fucking with me working. safety patrol jobs - cussing loud moms - weed smoking moms -.
Who Knows
Sometimes I find myself searchingAs I walk the streets all aloneSearching the faces for someoneSomeone to take me back home, back homeWho knows where the future leads usThe waters are wide, the road is longI pray for a hand to guide usAnd welcome us back where we belong.
Writing On The Wall
Down a tunnel, in a tube. On the floor, knocked down by booze. Busy man has blown his fuse. While crossword people look for clues. I say sir, get your nose out of the paper.
Will You?
You drink your coffee and I sip my tea. And we're sitting here. Playing so cool. Thinking what will be, will be. . But it's getting kind of late now. I wonder if you'll stay now.
Who Will Care
Hazel O`Connor. . Did she wake up cold and alone. Hoping someone might phone. Did she crawl out of bed, scratch her head. Look in the mirror and think she was dead.
Who Needs It
Living in the shadow of the mushroom tower. Who needs it?. Find no shelter from that kind of shower. Who needs it?. Nuclear rain, melting my brain. Who needs it - not you, not me, who needs this insanity?.
Waiting
Hazel O`Connor. . I go down the left side instead of the right. I'm suffocating and I'm having to fight. To keep myself moving out the crowd. Who throw side long, but never turn round.
White People Thing
If you got a place where the grass is green. and the sky is blue and the air is clean. and you got a church but you never go. that's a white people thing.
Written
It's written like the ink stains on my skin. The good book will tell that I have sinned. Well, I'm past that point of no return. So I hope that I don't burn, no.
Who's Leaving Who
Here we are with good-bye in our eyes. . running out of reasons to try.. The leaves of change have fallen down. with both of us wondering why.. We're all alone but still it seems.
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