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I see you try to turn away I hear the words you want to say I feel how much you need to hide What's happening inside you tonight Come meet my eyes one
When I look at you What I always see Is the face of someone else who once belonged to me Still I can hear him laugh And even though that melody plays
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I remember days full of restlessness and fury I remember nights that were drunk on dreams I remember someone who hungered for the glory I remember her
I remember days full of restlesness and fury I remember nights that were drunk on dreams I remember someone who hungered for the glory I remember her
When I look at you She is touching me I would reach for her But who can hold a memory? And love isn't everything That moonlight on the bed will melt away
Hunt for this man! Comb the city! Every street! Every grate! Set a gaurd at every gate! Drag him out! Shout the moment that you find him! spoken
This gossop quite to rest The Pimpernel is me! Indeed and I'm the queen of spain! The Pimpernel is nothing but a nosy pest! No the vicar says the pimpernel
I know the gutter and I know the stink of the street! Kicked like a dog, I have spat out the bile of defeat! All you beauties who towered above me...
Listen to me, I have beautiful dreams I can spin you Dreams to linger within you Close your eyes and we'll ride my carousel I'll sing you stories of
See the moon slink down in the sky darling Let your fantasies fly darling Life is cold , and the game is old Just see how virtue repays you You turn
Peacocks Sink me! Think ye sir! How those feathered boys Love to flaunt their tails! Stallions! Zounds sir! Hounds sir! Stags! Of the goosie and
Tradução: Sábado Negro. Pimpinela Escarlata.
Tradução: Linda Eder. Sólo el Amor de {} La pimpinela escarlata.
