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Well you never juggle that junk in the mix I been down the road and I broke a few necks And I'll break a few more so what's up? Road by me, Im gonna hold
He's got a heart in each hand and two in the air the juggler A many hearts he breaks he just don't care the juggler So beware his magic charms stay here
Die Zeit des Gauklers ist vorbei,verklungen seine Schönfärberei,verstummt die Laute, die der Musikantnoch in den Händen hält. Der
Gather round friends and I'll show you what I made Something in my bag that'll surprise you all It's a secret, don't push, I'm not ready Something to
It might be my imagination But I can feel the spirit moving up on me I get the creepin', when I should be sleeping And the music isn't like it use
I found myself in a room that resembled a bath, saw my image reflected, watched my genitals falling off. Oh, what a sight when I understood the fright
Only see past certain views She doesn't think that she can lose And with this we just cannot get along I must admit I like her a lot This infatuation
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Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' You have no word Trip, trip to a dream dragon Hide your wings in a ghost tower Sails cackling at every plate
You take the lady...I'll take the lesson I can't say that anyone's...Doin' me wrong Cause I allways knew....That the girl had a weakness For whistlers
So you take the lady And I'll take the lesson I can't say that anyone Is doing me wrong Cuz I always knew The girl had a weakness For whistlers and jugglers
Idees blanches, Idees noires Comme les balles Sortent des manches Des memoires Et s'en vont au bal Et se regardent Sans arret Rebondir Sans jamais rien
Desperate to be admired But in the eyes of others, another clown Spending and spoiling his energy Forever lost in reverie Joined the circus at seventeen
« A dialogue between paradoxes Feuding perceptions in the everlasting scales-tipping war » Subconscious foreword Goblins, Imps and Farfadets of
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Laughter echoes through the night The wilderness deep in your heart Opened up the depths of the soul Silence is a thousand miles away Though everything