like I don't wanna be like You and all your silly friends back home Waiting for another sign of stupid hope For the life, for the death, for the sinners
the lies Learning how to trust You can buy a love for a dollar Faith for a day In this awkward place Seven days a week Our future's lost All our hopes
for an eye And dust to dust Like there's no tomorrow We will live our lives I wish I didn't know you It is no way back It is no way back from hell I
So yes, I wonder would you cry If my heart doesn't beat If anyone of you people close to me Would put down a flower On the ground So yes, I wonder if
Dance with me it's my desire You should respect what I want Run for life don't run for cover You can't succeed anymore You can't escape it's getting
the fade away Who will save us from this misery We can choose the death or glory Find the way out, the way out All you faithful sinners Raise your hands
Let the fire burn the self-control Tell me are you obscene Are you obscene? Give me champagne just to heal my soul And tell me if it's worth it If it
Simple task Leap of faith Will you jump Are you sane You have to think for a while have to think for a while We are moving on Now you have to be strong
older, getting tired... We're getting older, getting tired We keep our strength deep inside You've got to see, the fire in our chests We're getting older, getting tired We keep our
Why are you so sad? Why are you so down and out? This is you weak side Why are you so sad? What have I done? What have I done? Pumping in your chest
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a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun
badder I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper No black leather jackets or black horasis My old days, like I said from a Vogue page And none
bishop, we must put them to the sword, For God in all His mercy will find a just reward, For the noblemen and sinners, and knights of ready hand, Who
beneath frayed gown When Her hands pointed to midnight In a white stained chamber bound I Swept Her from the abyss of another dementia Freeing Her soul from
: Show me a vision like Isaiah saw, Where the angel touched his lips and he sinned no more. Let me hear your voice saying ?Who shall I send?? I?ll say
consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and