Under the stars and beneath the sun, in this indefinite realm Being is beyond understanding, life-like yet just a dream There are whispers from the other
Under the stars and beneath the sun, in this indefinite realm Being is beyond understanding, life-like yet just a dream There are whispers from the
Take off my shirt. Loosen the buttons and undo my skirt, Stare at myself in the mirror Take me apart piece by piece, Sorrow decrease Pressure release,
echo's inside Can't sleep through the night All the words I heard you say (memories of Saturday) Fade of the yard Lay under the stars Stuck down in
t be hard, got a wife at home so don't leave no scars On my back, cause Z-Ro penetrates so if you gone see stars I'ma get the roof up out killing out
stars Let them trace the raindrops under soft black stars Let them follow whispers and scare away the night Let them kiss the featherbreath of soft black stars
I'm under (these naked eyes). Let it be the rain and thunder comes. I go above and beyond the sun. Some love never dies. Story of our lives, oh. Swear by the stars
A letter come blowin' in On an ill wind Somethin' 'bout me and you Never seein' one another again And what I knew had come Stars struck deaf and dumb
born Fifth: you are not a star Sixth: only one fight at a time Seventh: stay faithful to your own belief Eighth: if their thoughts are like wind, Yours
of Jupiter And I thought about you I shot my spacegun And boy, I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars The winding stream
Maseo] It's strong island for real, where the critters run wild the prefix is 516, the top of the dial trhough the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under
for more Gliding on the wings of sorrow, just never before And the stars fall on the horizon Onwards and up through the pain Ride the wind and fight
Shadows of evening on a traveller's way Destiny tells where the strange path will lead you Alone I've been walking this path every day under the stars
it all away Like the leaves in autumn winds? From the window in the kitchen To the fireside by the chair Sat in familiar surroundings warm night air Under
auto-box rotty For raps like crack I supply to the blacks Drop pipes, cop mic's, say good-bye to your rocks I'm a motherfuckin star, the status of John
major (Edward Elgar), Johnny's Theme (Paul Anka), Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder (Crawford), O Mein Papa (Paul Burkhard), Over The Rainbow (Harburg/Arlen), Star
