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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.
Tear gas gun fire fire arm fire ball. Pipe bomb hair trigger drive by elephant gun. Night stick body bag loan shark bone yard. Man hunt hit man kid nap dead duck.
What do you know about love. Only that you live without it. It chewed you up and spit you out. . What do you know about life. Maybe you read a few books.
My heart went out to her,. It won't return. She may be helpless. But she's radiant. Her eyes are clear and full. And what a pull. She doesn't need to speak,.
Close your eyes and look at me. I'll be standing by your side. In between the deep blue sea. And the sheltering sky. If we find no words to say. To the rhythm of the waves.
When will I ever grow up. When will today be enough. When will I learn to be here now?. It's on the other side of the door - that's what I'm looking for.
I come back, come back. You see my return. My returning face is smiling. Smile of a waiting man. . I be home soon soon soon. Soon cry on your shoulder.
Time wasted, wasted worrying. Hurrying down the same street. Time beats with every moment. Eroding from under my feet. . Time waits, it waits for no one.
She is susceptible. He is impossible. They have their cross to share. Three of a perfect pair. . He has his contradicting views. She has her cyclothymic moods.
Hold tight to your faith. Don't let nobody make you jaded. Your love is precious,. Give it to somebody who deserves it. This is what I believe in. . Hold tight to yourself.
Thela hun ginjeet thela hun ginjeet. Qua tari mei thela hun ginjeet. Qua tari mei heat in the jungle street. . "well, first of all, I couldn't see his face...he was holding a gun.
It started long ago, you have to understand. We thought we'd make a life, we thought we had a plan. We built it like a house and filled it up with kids.
When it first began. In the light of sacred things. And you felt oblivious to any sort of pain. When it first began to rain. Then there came the steady flow.
Here is the angel of the worlds' desire. Placed on trial. To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes. With cigarette coiled. To strike at passing voices. Dark and suspect.
What happened to the sweet love you and me had. Where did all of that stuff start to go so bad. What happened to the sweet love you and me had. Where did all of that stuff start to go so bad.
Underneath a burning sky. The tenants of the fire. Sit in silence as they ponder. Survival in the wild. . With our love to keep us up. There is nothing in the world.