Featuring Deep E. Written by Alan Parsons and David Pack. . I know you're out there. 'cause I can feel ya. Yeah I can feel ya trying to pull me down. I know your kind.
He'd have been dead since more than nineteen centuries. But stayed alive in many sincere hearts.... He'd have been the son of God... but who is God?. Only one thing i'm sure, he's never born in my believes.
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I will love you. Each day of my life. And when I die. They can fetch them a knife. Cut me open. . Written on my brain. And in my heart. They'll find a name.
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew. And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you. Get a pair of legs about three feet long. And a dangerous Jane to lay kisses on.
Young Parisians are so French. They love Patty Smith. Young Parisians are so French. At the Champs-Elysees. . I wanna go to Paris with you. Just to see what the French boys do.
I've got Utah dust inside my boots. Peroxide covering my roots. Know what it's like to love. And like to be loved. . I tell you it's such a thrilling thing.
i think i was supposed to care. when i found out you hated me. but i didn't cause you're not worth anything. and you don't understand. how much i hate you.
You are the woman. Who started a fire in my soul. And to this day its still burning out of control. With my final breath your name will cross my tongue.
I'm losing my hair. And my vision is shady. Last night I dreamt. Of an overweight lady. But I need a young thing. To keep up with my pace. To hold me in her arms.