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on a late night train Heading for the West Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang With a piece between her breast She put a pistol in her shoulder holster
through your past I'm on a role And I'm moving way to fast (Alright) Aren't we always looking over our shoulders Aren't we always drawing guns from our holsters
(feat. Knightowl) [Slush "The Villain"] I'm getting high til the day that I die like I'm suppose ta I use the lethal weapon 357 in my holster Pull it
: Du suchst nach Worten um dich zu beschweren Du sagst: Hier ist noch nie jemand zuvor gewesen Den Weg gegangen, der immer schmaler wird. Fuhlt sich
a late night train Heading for the West Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her Mustang With a piece between her breast She put a pistol in her shoulder holster
Стоп, стоп! Скрип ботинок. На картине я запомнил: ты в короне, море крови. Ты уронишь тень с ладони. На картоне – я безмолвен. Маслом в холст впиваюсь
She's over there, over there He saw her Look away, look again Yeah, he saw her He's sayin' "Whoops! There's another one down to the middle of the night
Are you one of mine Who can sleep with one eye open wide? Agonizing psychotic Solitary hours to decide Reaching for the light At the slightest noise
Tonight I'm staring at the moonlight Tonight I'm wondering how this could've felt so right And I could say it was a good time But I can hardly say
- ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95) - john wetton and eddie jobson (uk - from the album "uk") Are
[music: Mike, Bastian / lyrics: Bastian] Bodies over bodies - One by one They got sliced - By this bastard son Helpless victim of an unreal horror mind
Middle of the night hold on till morning We will see the light love is spawning Middle of the night hold on forever We'll know when it's right all together
Making Out On A Night Like This The Moon Is Full, The Air Is Chilled And Soon You're Gonna Be All Mine Our Passion Running High My Claws Between Your
through your past I'm on a role and I'm moving away to fast (Alright) Aren't we always looking over our shoulders? Aren't we always drawing guns from our holsters
Walk the streets at midnight As the rain pours down and freezes on the ground Lean against a street light Try to work out where it all went wrong I can
- ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95) - john wetton and eddie jobson (uk - from the album "uk") Are you one of mine who