I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Es ist krieg und es fuhlt sich gut an Wir haben viel geredet und doch ist alles vergessen Du willst nicht verstehen, horst nicht zu Gewalt ist vielleicht
Erstick? im sud deiner gier nach dem vergnugen Gekauftes gluck fur den moment Befreit dich von einem alltag Und es wird kein morgen geben Fur uns
Kennst du das gefuhl dass dir etwas genommen wird? Dinge die dir wichtig waren weil nur du sie kennst Das gefuhl, dass deine kleine weld zerbricht,
Blut fliesst langsam uber deine arme und du hoffst, der fluss wurde dich von deinen problemen weg tragen Du hast keine lust, verantwortung zu ubernehmen
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I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the
: Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay? Why don't you ask him if he's going away? Why don't you tell me what's going on? Why don't you tell me
: (Lindsey Buckingham) What makes you think you're the one Who can laugh without cryin'? What makes you think you're the one Who can live without dyin
: (Lindsey Buckingham) Don't know why I have to work Don't know why I can't play Turn me off turn me out But don't turn me away Save me a place I'll
: (Lindsey Buckingham) That's all for everyone That's all for me Last call for everyone Must be just exactly what I need I call for everyone I cry for
: (Stevie Nicks) Every night that goes between I feel a little less As you slowly go away from me This is only another test Every night you do not come
: Wait a minute baby... Stay with me awhile Said you'd give me light But you never told be about the fire Drowning in the sea of love Where everyone
: (Bob Welch) Oh how I wish I was back in Georgia Maybe I want, to be back in time I've got a sweet lot of memories, of another place And a heart full