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Everytime

Everytime I clean my room, I make another mess. Everytime I miss the bus, I'm late for a test. Everytime I'm re-incarnated, it's in the lowest form. I leave my window open every time there is a storm.

Epitome

Out of out of an observation through an undead nation. Should I believe in things I've never thought is right. A narrow opening, lips burning, drink too sour.

Everything Electrical Will Stay

Everything + Everywhere

oh your face when you laugh. all my worries fade. you can grab me by my jeans. pull and take what you want of me. I'm not going anywhere but here. can't shake off all your water.

Ellen D.

Eleanor

Erblicket Die T”chter Des Firmaments

[Musik und Text Januar 1993 a.y.p.s.]. . Ich frage mich, wie wird der Winter sein. wenn ich den Frhling niemals sehen werde. Ich frage mich, wie wird die Nach sein.

En Ring Til Aa Herske

(March -92). I en moerk skog med kalde tjern. Et sted hvor Herren av verdens. ild ikke rekker. I det moerkeste i den store. av natten - av tid. Og de samlet seg.

Ea, Lord Of The Deeps

The Head is a Head of a Serpent. From its Nostrils Mucus Trickles.... The Ears Are those of a Basilisk. His Horns Are Twisted into three Curls. The Body is a Sun Fish, Full of Stars.

Epidemic

Eppie Adair

Eppie Adair. (Robert Burns). By love and by beauty,. By law and by duty,. I swear to be true to. My Eppie Adair!. CHORUS. An O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie!.

Elephants

The elephants, the elephants. I saw the elephants today. I saw the elephants today. And they were defending each other. And they were defending each other.

Evasive

Take the times that come so soon. And all the lies that we consume. Defeat the fear think we are safe. But we aren't here we're in some other place. .

Every Little Thing

For every little thing I did to hurt you. For every little way I made you cry. There's another line etched in my face. Another trace of sorrow in my eyes.

Euromad

I went Euromad out on the road last fall. Between the Roman churches and the German music halls. Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery. I might have never got this far, it would be all the same to me.

Ending

We wont make it this time. Did my soul run off. And get lost without you. Fake it this time. This is the last song ill ever wrte about you. . Right. This can be the way.

Epitaph

End Up Like You

We feed ourselves on things we see. Hungry eyes open it all comes to me. Between the lines we've learned to read. The song's just the same as you can see.

Easy

I've been trying to call you. Try to guess what's on your mind. Wish I could read through you. Cos maybe we're off the same kind. Some says it can't rearranged when so many things have changed.