Lyrics:
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is, you can
I'm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress
I'll sit atop the magic wall with the voices in my head
Then we'll drive on through
herself, to him, who knew for sure
Possessed they say by satan's insane lure
High a'top the mountain, for years they say she's seen
Looking down upon
"Everyone on Sesame Street is always talking about love. Yuck"
"Hundreds of Berliners from East and West, standing atop the Wall, with chisels
Decorated and adorned with Christmas balls and strings of pop corn
Tensil wrapped with care with wades of angel hair
A final star atop of Christmas tree,
feelin' ready and hot
I give 'em twenty a pop
You wanna roll leave the panties atop
Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs and
Off up in the club, wylin'
it's tongue raw. And still do
Atop each mountain it craved
Yet a higher mountain. And in each city it craved
Yet a bigger city. And still does
Reach
a theory of man
Became a monster, atop of the world
Never fallin
I'm as real as they come
From day one, forever ballin
See'mon
[Chorus: x 2]
sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to
Dream...
Dream up a new self for himself...
this is
called Perrier Blues."
Ridin' high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day I've been feelin' kind of half-assed
So I
flags were flying
Atop the entire fleet
While the rhumba band from Santiago
Played the birthday boy to sleep
That's the tale was told to me
A sea dog
been wide-awake for years; I'm still ignoring my alarm.
Oh, you wake me up and oh,
You keep me up atop this wire-suspended bridge.
I hope that if you
Indoctrinated warfare amongst the rats
Set forth by fraudulent monarchy shall cease to breathe a sunset
Atop steel structures rains phosphor as the false gods
Take to the sky
Open up your eyes and see how far you get in just one day
Take to the sea
And open up your heart and see how far you get atop this
a suffocating night
Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines
And black pennants reign in a suffocating night
Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines
expensive things
They don't matter to me
All that I want, it can't be found
Underneath the Christmas tree
You are the angel atop my tree
You are my dream
He had it all in his hands, and he watched it all turn to sand.
If this boy they speak of sincerely sits atop my family tree,
Then I was truly
They live inside a VCR Machine
Twirling round and round atop the heads
Tired of watching all the same
Damn things all the time
Dialogue, they had
realm of unicorn defenders
And in the ancient castle
Atop his golden throne
The King of Fife rules over
His great ancestral home
By the Holy Flaming
McFife is atop his back
Hear the battlecry
Down below, the knights of Crail
Have rallied to the cause
The Hammer of Glory is their guide
A great
I grew up on Bob Wills and daydreams My toes were a-tappin'
to western swing Atop an old boxcar I wished upon a
star Chasing rainbows to the place
begins
Metropolis lies sleeping like a drunken soldier
Behind the wheel you come alive
And down into its heart you motor
Atop the rise - Metropolis
I grew up on Bob Wills and daydreams My toes were a-tappin' to western swing Atop an old boxcar I wished upon a star Chasing rainbows to the place
grey
Suddenly the storm is heading straight your way
It's like a full force gale
Atop a mountain of cold
You tell your story again and again
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