He'd have been dead since more than nineteen centuries. But stayed alive in many sincere hearts.... He'd have been the son of God... but who is God?. Only one thing i'm sure, he's never born in my believes.
Pohjatuuli hiljaa on. Ei haavan lehti huokaa. Kivell istui kiputytt. On vain valitus vainotun. . Ristin rintaan poltti. Sydmeen valehen vasaman. Sen myrkyn juotti.
yeah, we're real proud. to make these sounds. play them real loud. and kick sexists out. what we've done. ain't just for fun. it's a way to act. to change some facts.
(Agnetha Fltskog / Eric Stewart). . I tried not to see you. 'Cause I couldn't take the heartache again. The past was behind me. Wouldn't compromise, it's never the same.
They told you not to yield to temptation. And opened their arms,. Make your own inferences.... . Inscrutable chaos in my head, inevitably. Greed will take its toll.
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Hot tribal night. underneath florescent skies. bonfires rage strange. wild waving shouting Picasso faces. . In the guise of a lioness. the wind kisses her burning dress.
Start to moan when there's nothing to do. Scream and bawl when there's nothing to do at all. Wanna go out but there's nowhere to go. Live our lives before we get too old, you know.
I will love you. Each day of my life. And when I die. They can fetch them a knife. Cut me open. . Written on my brain. And in my heart. They'll find a name.
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew. And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you. Get a pair of legs about three feet long. And a dangerous Jane to lay kisses on.
Young Parisians are so French. They love Patty Smith. Young Parisians are so French. At the Champs-Elysees. . I wanna go to Paris with you. Just to see what the French boys do.
I've got Utah dust inside my boots. Peroxide covering my roots. Know what it's like to love. And like to be loved. . I tell you it's such a thrilling thing.
I, I've got a little secret. Stitched neatly in my heart. . Sunrise. You light my new day. Surprise. You show me the way. . I, I've been living in the shadows.
Today's youth don't want a Volvo. They don't want a Jaguar. They don't want semi-dry wine. Mercedes is what they want!. Today's youth don't want a roll-on.
You're set on standing in my way. I know that you are after me. I feel you like my shadow. That's how clearly, you persue me. Don't you think it's gone long.