Your clothes lay by the shore where your senses were born. Now you don't think twice, about saying "I love you". And the wind hits like a hammer across
Place in your heart, that makes magic, under our toes Strip down to a bare confession, of a soul Paris France, I hear is nice. But to Holland is where
Morning sun comes and runs with everything in its hand. We constantly chase it to the end. We might get tired, we might get lost, but we'll both never
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Jack from the Toys And that song "Rivers of Babylon" was written by Brent Dowe andTrevor McNaughton. Alright now, crutial thanks out to the Happolt, Nowell, and Wilson
: [Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson] A systematic killer Returning from Madrid Murdered Mozart in his garden Mussolini ran and hid He was chosen
Make memories with me Make memories with me Forget the one who might have been And the one who used to be Darlin' i've got love And you've got love And
How can I make you believe How happy I am when you're with me I cross my heart, I'm telling the truth A promise is a promise, so I promise you I'll never
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[Lyrics: Alan Duffy / Music: Steven Wilson] A systematic killer Returning from Madrid Murdered Mozart in his garden Mussolini ran and hid He was chosen
windmills A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track ? I flow like a sailor Rhymes remain hittin hard like Nighttrain With lyrics that came from the brain of Mark
Stan Wilson Chorus: Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane as sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be ashame. Jane cannot see. She's as blind as she can