if she wants me here WANTS ME HERE! My mind is spinning in circles of the day I'm pacing back and forth Wishing I could see Into the future Where I'll
if she wants me here WANTS ME HERE! My mind is spinning in circles of the day I'm pacing back and forth Wishing I could see Into the future Where I'
from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And
our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to
the loving woman I?ll play the faithful man But just don?t look too close Into the palm of my hand We stood at the altar The gypsy swore our future
for her flight I held with all my might Fearing my deepest fright She walked into the night She turned for one last look She looked me in the eye
you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our last chance..."
the universe, the rich and for the poor Tonight is the night For one peace and for one love Will reign into our hearts, into our minds Until the end [
for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let's hope for peace for our children, for our country, for our world, for our future, oh,
around and I fell for ya, yeah Then as time kept going I notice somethings Said our love kept growing Wanted to runaway cause the situation's in the past Love never really last
Medley of five Mercyful Fate songs: Satan's Fall, Curse of the Pharaohs, A Corpse Without Soul, Into The Coven and Evil.) They're walking by the night
face smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction hush baby, speak softly, tell me I?ll be sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night
: Like insects of the night, we are drawn into the light Feeding off the starglow energy - controlling our fate Bloodsucker selling hope to the hopeless
is me and the executioner terror Music is a reflection of our inner self unfiltered agony touches the wayward string The wayward brain confuses itself with the self-perceived future
Nothing in the world will ever be the same. Off into the world we go, planning futures, shaping years. Love bursts in and suddenly all our wisdom disappears
