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seven tears Seven hours in seven years Seven ships set seven sails Seven armies in seven gales Seven tears- seven slaves Seven wonders- seven graves Seven
Today I stayed home and watched the rain Drip drop on my windowpane Thought about tears from heaven They told me when I was seven Don't worry, don't
Loosing Got a feeling we're holding the wrong end of the line We're dealing days but we ain't dealing time Go on fake it cause you're not gonna make
Way beyond the horizon of the universe A silver light shines on me And way beyond my thoughts, what could that be The silver light flies faster than
I'm sitting down here and I'm feeling annoyed All those months of fun and joy All there's left is sorrow and pain Where have you gone, I'm going insane
Don't let your head hang down Try to raise it up to the sky This is life my friend I know it ain't far from dying Don't hide in mist all day and night
Don't ever look behind you when you get on your way You better keep on rolling, could be your last day And if you torture your brains by thinking how
Lonely is the night without you Just as lonely as the shepherd without sheep And where flies the falcon, In the high sweet air Without hunting this Sprane
s getting closer to the point where I might hide myself away It's getting deeper, this wound you've inflicted upon me Poison memories among scarlet tears
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If you go hard you gotta get on the floor If you're a party freak then step on the floor If your an animal then tear up the floor Break a sweat on the
So these moments spent Are coming to an end I'm counting seconds Till' next time again Listen One, two, three Four, five Six, seven Eight, nine
my face with that, you better ease back Because Mandela did twenty seven hard ones Not in a windowed room, but in a barred one While his wife had tears
Just a single mom raising up the kids Little Tommy's seven now and Her daughter Justine just turned ten Pinchin' every cent, laughin' and lovin' and
I'm lookin' for one female That I can turn into a spoiled brat I wanna spoil you seven days a week I'll buy you Gucci and Prada And fly you all around
Down in Old Virginny With my very best friend They call him 'Ragtime Willie' We're gonna soothe away the rest of our years We're gonna put away all of our tears
that's thirty-two Which means, one of my **** was holdin seventeen Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets **** up, ******* tear