You know what I need When my heart bleeds I suffer from greed A longing to feed On the mercy in you I can't conceal The way I'm healed The pleasure I
A trust betrayed, a rusty blade Standin' on the air, I walked the line Paid my fine, hope I know the land The actual facts, unatural acts Sins that
We can't be oblivious We are not ignorant Blood in our hearts Blood in our hands We're human We reason We're breathing Protecting You're living and
мутных слов Зови святых Женевьев Пусть сжигают Париж Без меня Я больше не хочу Я буду за тебя И чуть дыша, рядом спит твоя сестра Милосердия Облака
O the sisters of mercy they are not Departed or gone, They were waiting for me when I thought That I just cant go on, And they brought me their comfort
Another day, another full seizure, Another pill, you spiral down deeper, Another cut by a surgical butcher, It's just a way of prolonging the torture
I was sittin' in a crummy movie with my hands on my chin Oh the violence that occurs seems like we never win Love and mercy that's what you need tonight
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin sound
Another day, another full seizure Another pill, you spiral down deeper Another cut by a surgical butcher It's just a way of prolonging the torture I
I was sitting in a crummy movie with my hands on my chin all that violence that occurs seems like we never win Love and mercy are what you need tonight
God, You have done great things God, You give grace to the weak And bless the brokenhearted With a song of praise to sing You reached down and lifted
Depth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear me The chief of sinners, spare? Heaven find me on my knees Hear
The meaning of a mother named "mercy mary" attack of the love, the hug that we steadily refuse (Woo yeah it's coming back to me, we gon ride this, only
Take my soul and my sorrow I've been losing my mind Take my soul in my sorrow Walking on, dunes of mercy Don't cry, oh no Joy, will dry your tears And
When all your good days keep getting shorter Count on me When you're about twenty-cents shy of a quarter Count on me When you just need a place to hide
You might see me in the paper Or hear me on the radio And you'll probably imagine That I've forgotten you Long long ago Well I couldn't if i tried
Plus jamais ne prierai, Plus jamais ne rirai Avec leurs boniments. Ils ont tue mon amant. Le bourdon peut sonner, Le cure, marmonner. C'est pas ca qui
Hard not to get hooked... Hooked on you. Hard not to get hooked... Hooked on you. I think of all the trouble that we get into whenever I'm around you
