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Well it is her blond hair, white skin eyes and pearls standing tall now she is hurt Shiny cars blond hair, white skin must be her She's on walls she's

In the streets I look around to see the pretty faces of the town Everywhere I'm so amazed, baby never seen such grace now baby I want something and I

Night crawls along like some lullaby Crimson darkness wash your tired eyes Into the secret house you're thrown Can you tell or are you on your own Daughter

She is a girl of 1000 tears she cries and cries all night long Her tears flow down the street and the stairs they flow and they flow One day they'll reach

When I was a young child my daddy gave to me the name of Siggimund Blue He wanted me to grow up so that everything written would in time come true And

: Don't you hit that defenseless child What gives you that empty right? Carry that for the rest of your life Carry that for the rest of time Did they

: Murderer! Man of fire. Murderer! I've seen the eyes of living dead. It's the same game - survival. The great mass play a waiting game. Embalmed, crippled

: Se que aun me queda una oportunidad Se que aun no es tarde para recapacitar Se que nuestro amor es verdadero Y con los anos que me quedan por vivir

: Go, look at the moon And inspect the sun! Now they are in the sky Right in their old places Hail, moon, for gleeming Fair one for showing your face