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Nuclear war. Nuclear war. Yo bad azizi as a nuclear war. . Nuclear war. Nuclear war. Yo bad azizi as a nuclear war. . Nuclear war. Nuclear war. Yo bad azizi as a nuclear war.
The trade's on. She drains emotion. To drink from her breast of fortune. Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning. Birth time rose. A thorn for coronation.
Time will see were not searching for a wild excuse. To put emotion back on hold.. Too much has gone down, we know what you're doing,. But do you feel the same way?.
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Hey, pick it up. This'll get you out. You're head. . China's heading up. By the ratings on a motion. She goes with a real head biker. He's a metalhead.
Hey, guys, turn it up to get sleazy. Twist it in a vice. Nobody said it was easy. Just use your naked eyes, oh. How to see and how to hide it. How to save it, well, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Ahh ahh. Ahh ahh. Ahh ahh woo ooo. . Venice breathing shy chimeras. Of sex and violence. In the purple evening silence. Venice dreaming of a partner. .
Hey guys, turn it up to get sleazy. Twist it in a vise. Nobody said it was easy. Just use your naked eyes, oh. . How to see and how to hide it. How to save it well, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Waking out of nowhere and I let you in. Till my imagination went for a spin. I've seen you every night, been making out since then. And still I wonder why everybody's saying that ice is thin.
This is how a road gets made. . Somebody walked on a virgin land. Someone else saw their tracks. And followed them, leaving a path. It seemed as though.
Walk the edge of America. Concrete beach to scrape my head. Inside the subway stinking fear and shame. Becomes the violent breath. . Hey boy, give your dreams a rest.
I, so misled. . In the summer of a London life. "Gold," she said. Was a month before I realised. Sold instead. Babe, it's such an awful choice. Don't break my back.
Working on the weekend, baby. She's working all through the night. A jump into the deep end gave her. The evidence she required. Takes five, she's got pearls.
Oh woman you make me feel. Like I'm on fire. Oh woman you make it real. It's the only way for me. So if we sometimes fight. Doesn't mean we got problems.
Oh woman you make me feel. Like I'm on fire. Oh woman you make it real. It's the only way for me. So if we sometimes fight. Doesn't mean we got problems.
"Bring back that child," she said. Spare me the price of freedom. Cold is my baby's head. Blown by the wind of reason. Even the rage behind. Cries out to see.
Rock it. Rock it. . I've got somethin'. You've got nothing to lose. (Ah). I can give you. So much more than you're used to. Come a little closer. Maybe we could slip away.
She lays on the wall. watching the strangers drift away. mid-day's aura--thick. with the sun of Arabia. . she surrenders her voices. they gather, on the wind.
Once I thought that I was in control. But that was just another trick of fate. Playing with my life. There have been some times. I was so tied up. And I said to myself.