done So fear not the passing of the days 'Cause like the song of the violin You only grow sweeter with age 'Cause like the song of the violin You only
ve done So fear not the passing of the days 'Cause like the song of the violin You only grow sweeter with age 'Cause like the song of the violin You only
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Oooh, I was never alone This isn't the last song There is no violin The choir is so quiet And no one takes a spin This is the next to last song And that
Oooh, I was never alone This isn't the last song There is no violin The choir is so quiet And no-one takes a spin This is the next-to-last song And that
song, to make you feel hard when you hit the bong. When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone, to Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song. So pull them
I ain't having it Show me that you got the touch Hear the words that I don't say Gotta read between the lines You gotta learn this song Cause I wanna
Close your eyes The dark outside can't hurt you And I will never desert your bedside So close them tight The stars are so glad that they've found you
for you And maybe that is true, well I don't care What do they all know, they got it all wrong This is so unfair, they're playing our song Nobody gets
, foals they've borne And all shall know the wonder I will sing the song of purple summer All shall know the wonder I will sing the song of purple summer
Rape! R-a-a-a-pe! Raa-aa-aa-pe! A pretty rape! A literary rape! We've the obvious open schoolboy rape, With little mandolins and perhaps a cape. The
I get this going fever everytime I hear a tune That talks about South Texas where the cactus is in bloom I feel I oughta be there every evening after
Rape is just cause for murdering Waste life... Die bastard die bastard burn Rape gives strength to weakness He says... I want you for your body Lies
me a violin and I beg you call the tune, anybody's choice, I can hear your voice. Wo, oh, what I want to know, how does the song go? Come hear Uncle
a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice, I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know, how does the song go? Come hear uncle John
Johnny lange / stryker Without your love I'm like a song without words Just like a nest without birds Without your love Fine sun above Will never shine