No sounds yet echoes in the room. Loud voices telling lies to their own truth. Here's something for you to write down in your journal. (Never wanted to
Stand for resurrection - I revive my tears To feel the bolts of thunder - I fight to exist Conceived to be rebellious - Persist in a war Stridden on different
Say a prayer for the cowboy His mare's run away And he'll walk til he finds her His darling, his stray but the river's in flood and the roads are awash
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his demise when he took the fall Betrayed the fatherland The flag and all for which it stands Traitor to the cause A.W.O.L.! Now a media star The
Absence, of my life. Absence, of myself. Dry away, my tears of glass. You'll hear my screams, when they stop. Death is, the final silence. Absence, of
Life as we know, Is full of gloom Oppress the masses We'll lead to our doom We want the right To live or die Can't take away What we feel inside Like
aux medias Je m'en sortirai pas. Entre l'aube et la fin Dans l'antre de ta main Dans les jeux de l'etreinte Dans les maux les complaintes Dans la contestation
be an original nigga from the streets I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take
s'egarent On court tous apres quoi Pendant que sous nos toits Il reste encore je crois De la place pour de l'amour Encore et toujours Pour de l'amour
(P.Fabrizi) Sarai distante o sarai vicino sarai piu vecchio o piu ragazzino starai contento o proverai dolore starai piu al freddo o starai piu al
Say a prayer for the cowboy His mare's run away And he'll walk til he finds her His darling, his stray but the river's in flood and the roads are
Hey, lets cross the sea and get some culture. Red wine with every meal and absinthe after dinner. We'd look good side by side walking back to the hotel
Patty lives up in the attic now Her feet rarely touching the ground Haunted by waltzes with Harry Harry's hat hanging here in the hall Memories fading
Quand la nuit rapproche ceux qui sont loin Un matin prend ma place et je m'eteinds Nulle envies nulle pensee pour personne L'absence a tous prix que l
Maybe it's not over yet Somewhere inside him there must be some New dream awaiting to topple the rest When he finds himself Feeling alive yet alone Maybe
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Lord, I'm a working man And music is my trade I'm travelin' with this five-piece band And I play the ace of spades I have a wife and family Who don't