I want my records back and that Motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black The owls have been talking to me But I'm sworn to secrecy Woke up in a
City street, hang out Thumbs in pocket Black jacket Black jack, dego-red Manhattenized-Bohemia Of Southern California Tough punk of Cool, futuristic
I long for you As a flower for the morning dew I long for you As a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more And let me smile again Before
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i want a beer and i want it now i want a cigarette and i want it now i want a girl and i want her now i want these thing's from time to time i want these
I have to fake it when I deal with the system My bills are on time but my pay always late I work for myself I won't work for no one else If I worked in
A pretty young girl from Oakland hills Stole her dad's car and all her mom's pills Got all fucked up and drove off a cliff Ended up dead, dead in a ditch
Miseribus, Sanctus, Pecatorius hominus Miseribus, Sanctus, Pecatorius hominus Miseribus, Sanctus, Domine Deo Sabbaoth! Domine When the world had a traic
When the world had a tragic fate We were draining the poisoned sea Only prayers were taking lead Though the scenes were indeed too sad Oh! Just some
Time for your reflection What's the promise you have made? Destruction of your pride And reconstruction of my name You betrayed me where's your bravery
(Bittencourt, Loureiro, Matos, Mariutti, Confessori) All I see floats with the wind All the miracles of the water Are the miracles never seen Somehow
Silent talks In a cold room, lost Thoughts are gone I'm alone Wonder why Why the faults were mine Should I promise this? Day by day I need you Hold
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[Hunters And Prey version in Brazilian Portuguese] [Music: Kiko Loureiro, Rafael Bittencourt, Edu Falaschi and Aquiles Priester] [Lyrics: Rafael Bittencourt
(Matos) Three cliffs there stand High above where high winds howl Surrounding silence Three birds climb, then turn to fall Waiting for someday when the
Dreams - sensations you prove Are taken from nature Sooner or later they'll try to convince you are wrong Fight against the kingdom of fear You find
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Ego Painted Grey Lyrics I feel the pain but I'm afraid to cry All the time, desperate hiding tears My life is boring and I count the days On and on,
