The mark of my pen, where should I begin Well I am the ink and the ink is running thin There's a weight on my chest, not atop but within Begging me each
I took my fantasy to Deborah You know she's always been a friendly girl You'll see her cruise the Picadilly streets And she winks at every man she meets
To love God, love people That's the center of the mark In this life some things are bound to change But one thing remains the same We all need love
To Love God, love people That's the center of the mark In this life some things are bound to change But one thing remains the same We all need love
my favourite part my beauty mark i keep it out of sight safe from the world outside this old battle scar this secret part my beauty mark this little death this mark
I got a question mark A got a need to always take some shoot in the dark I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear You think that
such a pretty thing I know I wish sometimes just So I could explain things Explain things I wish that every time he touched me left a mark I fell down
away, she looks at you Through her windows, darkness she don't see Secrets in her keeping, solitary Just a fleeting glimpse like floating out to sea Safronia's marked
[Music] Lee: "It was very close, yesterday, I thought for sure that they would break But this attack, that I have planned A massive strike across
I didn't hear what you were saying. I live on raw emotion, baby. i answer questions never maybe. And I'm not kind if you betray me. So who the hell are
problem Buried in me deep It has stripped me of my beauty With an overwhelming pain And on yesterday's proud forehead It has burned the mark of
hell But I love you I see the eyes that deceived Poor wasted hands growing cold No lover's comfort No belief to hold I am marked for life You are marked
. Mark My Words, Mark My Words Mark My Words, Mark My Words Mark My Words, Mark My Words Mark My Words, Mark My Words Mark My Words, Mark My Words Mark
wail of sirens descend on the scene The camera dissolves a crescendo of screams The memory's imprinted like some dreadful sore The fearful reminder: the mark
Got to break the ice, get running in our direction No use in being nice, we?re not trying to fix an election I don?t want to behave today, work-play-
I don?t understand, I don?t want to know Everything they mark as cool All this non-sense all this non sense is trying to get A hold on me Destroy! Every
