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What A Life
Love comes to everyone some are weak some strong. I'm not strong today. They've took her back, brought the curtain down. What can I do now, I'm afraid,.
We The People
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We Are All Children
We are all children covered in mud. Bound by the sacred and searching for love. We are all children adrift on the sea. Searching for someone, say come back to me.
We Are All Alone
We are all alone. that's the way it seems to be. Love is in my sight. and I can see it if you can. Where do we come from,. I've been waiting for so long.
Was Over You
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Where It S Gone
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Where Does Time Go?
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What Have You Done
She was underwater. In the shadows. Was it there, was it not?. I stepped back. A veil in front of my eyes. The water was still and so was she. I dove in with so little breath.
Wishful Thinking
When I was with this girl last night. she held me tight; it turned me on. The moon was dark and those clothes were tight. her perfume strong; it turned me on.
Will To Power
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Wickerman
Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel.. I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill..
Weeds Ll
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilisation. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. The story has always been the same: a source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment - drinking 'Nurishment'. But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. Care for some weed? So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day; if only they can market this stuff right. Come on: do your dance. Come on, do your funny little dance. Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization. A sensational buzz - zzzzzz. Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration. This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species..
What Do You Say?
Woke up in the morning. raised my head still yawning. Well I was in for a surprise. Stumbled to the mirror. realised in horror. the face that stared back wasn't mine.
Whiskey In The Jar
As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains. I met Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'. I first produced my pistol and then produced my RAPIER.
Weeds Ii
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization.. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental..
Weeds
We came across the North Sea. With our carriers on our knees. Wound up in some holdin' camp. Somewhere outside Leeds. . Because we do not care to fight.
We Are The Boyz
We are the boyz. And we are class act. Getting trashed so make some noise. We are the boyz. We are the lads. We sleep with slags. We nick their fags. We got no choice.
We Are The Boys
We are the boyz. And we are class act. Getting trashed so make some noise. We are the boyz. . We are the lads. We sleep with slags. We nick their fags.
When I'm Gone
Put your headphones in. Let the day pass by. Giving all your love in black and white. And the road ahead gets hard to see. When we're losing up on catching sleep.
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