From the burning fires. The flame of intuition. The leader of the Zodiac he screams. . The god of new beginnings. The lord of war and killings. The Mars ruled Aries rules my dreams.
You need something different. And you don't know what it is. You're tired of playing that same old game. We'll look no further I'm the one to work it out.
I walk alone, endless seas of souls around me. His face it told of the mad existence, a silent story. And just how they took him, they tore a free soul down.
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Días sin dormir. Cruzábamos los ríos a nado. Sonaban las canciones al mango. Era el amor. . Rutas sin fin. Filmábamos ciudades gigantes. Bajábamos estrellas de Marte.
When Susannah cries. she cries a rainstorm. she cries a river. she cries a hole in the ground. . She cries for love. she cries a sad song. she cries a shiver.
Chorus:. When Susannah cries. she cries a rainstorm. she cries a river. she cries a hole in the ground. she cries for love. she cries a sad song. she cries a shiver.
I have always been the type to think before I speak. I have always been the type to look before I leap. And like a bolt out of the blue I was struck and there was you.
Can you hear me calling out tonight. trying to make it right. and right all the wrongs that I've done. There are times when life gets out of hand. not the way you planned.
Once in a while. When I'm sleeping. My horses are wild. And I'm weeping. Just like a child. I wake up dreaming that I've been loved. . Nights are in blue.