I wore out my welcome as the days grew thin In this Belfast town It's like I've been waitin' 'til my life begins And love comes around I wander through
Standing in the red light of a Bourbon Street French Quarter Where I met a Spanish Porter who obliged me with his grin He asked me for my time, I said
Life leads the thoughtful woman On a path of many findings Finding her own companion From a cast of many thousands Well for you my love, my melancholy
Captured by a renaissance dream Tongue tied and twisted in the deep Haunted by a renegade parading in my sleep Stalked like a criminal in the open keep
Sally go round the roses Sally go round the roses The roses they can't hurt you I know the roses they can't hurt you Sally don't you go, don't you
Lightning in a bottle Fish in the stream You in all your glory's What I need You got a gambler's grin In the glow of the match Hard as steel And as
Make me a necklace of carnelian Buy me some ribbons for my hair I will change like a chameleon If you show me that you care Take a deep breath of this
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Sur nos baisers made in London Sur la nuit Big Ben qui sonne Sur ton corps Piccadilly lay Quand tu me lisais Dorian Gray Sur Soho ou tu me quittes Sur
Espece d'hindou. Rien a foutre , tu viens d'ou. Quinze coups dans la geule. J'ai la main lourde. Je deterre ta grand-mere. Et la viole comme une chienne
May god bless the internet's cold lifeless heart
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Fire is the color of my true love's hair Near to the father sits his golden chair With prayer and petition to the king on his left Light is the burden
When the sleigh is heavy And the timber wolves are getting bold You look at you companions And test the water of their friendship With your toe They significantly
Up wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' Leven. Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae
There is the mat Wipe where it's at You can come in So can the cat I can see me Under my feet Under a fan Spreading the heat If everyone's ready and waiting
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