Time has changed, what's goin' wrong? We can only regress as time marches on, down with the system, enough of the lies You can only realize if you open
oh The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march
She wants to sit beside you In your big chair In your big chair The devil has the power to assume a appleasing shape She wants Oh my God
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Last train to Norwich, last train to Norwich Last train to Norwich, last train to Norwich Last train to Norwich, last train to Norwich Last train to Norwich
I was born I was born I was born I was born in a concrete jungle and I learned to make my own way (Learned to make my own way) I was raised by streets
They warned me not to fall in love with you said you would only break my heart Your kind you just can never change no you can't make a heel toe the mark
, the cleansing With all our lives at stake from at rest to present are sitting high Among the elect on march the saints March March March March We
Cry above a nameless grave But all that's there is motionless Angels sob with vermin's fangs A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and
Jag har dansat med en angel, Jag har gatt igenom eld, Jag har spelat med livet som insats varje kvall, Sa kom och satt dig har bredvid mig, Se mig djupt
The other night I was Walking down the street I was getting kinda hungry I decided to get me something to eat Now I passed up all the chain Franchise
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twelve lives or more. He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor. A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war O joy the sunlit condor
You've heard about the Fairyland Where people walk hand in hand, I tell you I know where it is It's past the Apples of the Sun Near the Land of the Golden
Every dawn of our lives a heart is forged and Linked with lore to the one so similar Born with blessed life dust Stored beneath its soul To bless
Carsmile Smith he's the old one Don't you know he's the good one Don'tcha, don'tcha Bessy stood by the side of the grave Like a woman of love would
Sat with a cat on your head Alone at last You cry with a sigh Resurrecting all your past Life's an elevator It goes up and down Life's an elevator Can