Fight, fight, fight, fight Excalibur the sword of right. Lancelot you rise a knight. Many quests will soon be fought. To win your place in Arthur's Court Go to waste land if you dare. Lure the
Whose pullet out this sword. From this stone and anvil. Is the true born King of all Britain Upon a New Year's day a host of knights did pray. That from the anvil one could draw the sword. As
he gave her. Fought through quests to save her love. Showing the way Guinevere. A golden tresses shining in the air. Spread against the Jasper Sea Sorrow beheld her face. False love supplying
Taken from the castle feast. To an abbey in the East. Three knights stood in pride as one. Lancelot beheld his son Arthur's court he made him come. Galahad his * son. Battles soon for him
there's no more time. And the dream is dying. . But I love you baby. And I know you and I. Can find a way to heaven. Just like orion in the sky. He's the long lost hero. He's the guardian of your
Intro. . When the man comes to you. . Tells you what you always knew was comin'. . You feel it came twice as fast. . You always thought the world would last way past you. . But now you find
Streets damp and warm. Empty smell metal. Weeds between buildings. Pictures on my hard drive Well I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy Steam under floor. Shards by the mirrors frame
Streets damp and warm. Empty smell metal. Weeds between buildings. Pictures on my hard drive Well I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy Steam under floor. Shards by the mirrors frame
. I'm gonna marry that guy someday If you want to know why I love him so. Then you ought to come and hear him play. From the dawn to the sunset. He keeps a-strumming on his banjo strings He's the
. I was dreamin' of the past. And my heart was beatin' fast. I began to lose control. I began to lose control. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm
* - slick rick. + - doug e. fresh. @- both Oh my god. *excuse me doug e. fresh. +yes. *have you ever seen a show when fellow on the mic. Wit one million rhymes and don't come out right. They
words. All thestrings attached girl. All thestrings attached girl. Oh, yeah. Met this girl when I was 3 years old. We were holding hands tight so I'm told. And it felt like an eternity. Said it
Song Sawing On TheStrings - Alison Krauss. Way back in the mountains. Way back in the hills. There used to live a mountaineer. They called him fiddlin' Will He could play 'most anything. And
