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gun. Exploding cities overrun. I'm the one to taste your death. Basking in your dying breath. Messenger of all demise. Point is where all die. . Music Hanneman, lyrics King
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one more evening. Staring back at me It might be by choice or a small inner voice, I can't say. When you add up the cost, we all have a cross. How do you write off the loss? Where do I go from here
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Under the southern cross. I am just a stranger in a strange land. Shadow beneath the stars. . Though I have seen this cross. I am just a whisper in the strange land. . Endless waves of souls
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Black leather skirt in a leopard print shirt. Whoa. We can skip dinner, headed straight for desert. Whoa oh oh. When it feels so good then it just comes natural. Baby arch your back. Point your
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. But only if you cross that line (ohhh). . Don't cross that line. Hopin' that you don't cross that line. Don't cross that line,. Baby don't cross that line. . Music Fades
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Burning inside. I cross myself it doesn't help. Because I'm not smart enough I'm digging into hot white. Learning not to lie. We cross it out and stay away Burning inside. We cross it out and
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I'm the one that brings you war. Infiltrate unguarded shores. Master of afflicting pain. Point is where all die I'm the one to taste your blood. Trashing through the crimson mud. Messenger of
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one more evening. Staring back to me. . It may be by choice. Or a small inner voice. I can't say. When you add up the cost. We all have a cross. How do you write off the loss?. . Where do I go
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Song No Point (Album Version) - The Outfield. This ain't working out. It's not worth the time I spent on it. When I've been next to you. It's not the way you want it. And all I wanna do. Is get away
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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your control of physical facilities Release the slide to cleanse inside. Prepare to anoint. Snap the tongue in the groove discharge. To make my hallowed point Instinctive regression. With intent to
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sparks are gonna fly. Light up the night like the Fourth of July Oh, I'm at my tip, tip, tippin' point. Fill it up to the top. I gotta sip, sip, sip, on somethin' that hits the spot. Oh, won't ya come
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La, la, la. L-l-life without m-m-music's. Like l-l-life without love. . Man, if we had no music what would we dance to?. What would we sing to?. How would them babies learn their ABC’s. Oh, no
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Song The Old Rugged Cross - Joey, Rory. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. the emblem of suffering and shame;. and I love that old cross where the dearest and best. for a world of lost
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dawn. It's getting to the point. Getting to the point It's out of control. Nothing I can do. Like a fire that keeps on burning. And nobody knows. What I'm going through. And the thoughts just keep
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the sea turns so dark that. You know it's time, you see the sign. They say the point Demon's Guard is. An ocean grave, for all the brave. Was it you that said, "How long, how long?. How long to the
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On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame;. And I love that old cross where the dearest and best. For a world of lost sinners was slain. . So I'll cherish
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forever burned A menace to the entity. We atone our deadly sins. Walk the road of empathy. And a new world begins Cross the line, redefine, break away unbent, unafraid. Together we stand in the dark
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It's a cruel, cruel world to face on your own. A heavy cross to carry along. The lights are on but everyone's gone. And it's cruel It's a funny way to make ends meet. When the lights are out on
