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Words by Bob Hartman. Based on James 1: 6-8. . Shadows of a different kind. Come and cloud my mind. And make me wonder. Am I still in touch with You?.
Jesus pure truth, recollect my mind. Hurt that I push down. Shows my anger why. I can't go underground. . Everything I bury. Gets exhumed I gotta dig deeper.
Oiay, efusa, said ibo man to me. Rasta messenger. You're welcome. Oiay efusa, said ibo man to me. Rasta messenger. No problem. Lagos Jump, Lagos jumping.
Si necesitas, otravez. que alguien llore por tu amor... otravez. no me llames, no desgarres tu voz. porque yo, no llorare, no llorare. . no necesitas de mis lagrimas.
Divas need love too. Divas need love too. . Work to make money. Love to travel the world? round and? round, yeah. Say you wanna see me. Break out my appointment book and put your name down, yeah.
Zorro lies dying. In the Spanish sun. All the women crying,. Especially the pretty ones. He drew his sword.... They came with guns. . Stealing is stealing,.
Don't touch your lips. Don't wear your hair like that. I feel your presence all around me. Don't get too close. Don't move your eyes like that. Because they're deep enough to drown me.
We like to throw our bodies around. We like to feel each other. We're all slaves when we hear that sound. Says dance. Says dance. Says you gotta dance.
Here I go again. Up and down alone. All my friends went home. Years ago. . All my toys are broken and. So am I inside mom. The carnival has closed. Years ago.
Cold blue swastika tattooed on my skin. The ice in my veins, the staples in my chin. I've got it carved in my forehead "Slave To My Sin". Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in.
I call you every hour on the telephone. I work my fingers right down to the bone. I even got you a chihuahua so you wouldn't be alone. Got you you a trailer 'bout the size of Maine.
I was scared to death. Afraid to close my eyes. and find that I was gone. Like every other one who left before the dawn. I vanished in the air. Am I still there?.
Tie you up baby, really tight. In a lover's knot. I'm in the mood for my leather boots. With the leopard spots. . Take you down to my side of town. Where I learned to love.
I ain't got a name, I don't gotta face. No fingerprints or DNA. I ain't got no eyes, I don't got a tongue. But I know what's going on, I'm deaf and dumb.
Well, I was born on a dead end street. I'm cold-blooded but I always felt the heat. All my friends are dead and gone. If there's a hell, I'm one step closer to it.
Sukie honey, we're gonna turn back the clock. To a time when we danced to volcanic rock. We loved to hunt and kill. That's how we used to be. We drank the blood we spilled.
I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying. Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying. A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn.
Wrote a song, it was wrong from it's very first conception. Seemed I struggled on every line. It wasn't fast, wasn't pretty, wasn't serious or witty. The song that didn't rhyme.
The California air. Your nightgown on the stairs. I remember every night. Scenes from home in the Quiet Room. . How long have I been gone. Did winter kill the lawn.