Midnight at the glamor show on Sunday night Everybody drink a lotta whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow, we're on burlesque time But everybody'
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Verse 1 Now I hear they say its quiet before the storm And it would be over, before you know it There I can see a ray of light through the dark So imma
They play divine as immortal sons Pulling triggers and then they switch and run As long as you have nothing to add They run the show How! Can you get
You could have it all You could pawn it off You could learn to crawl Where you used to walk And I... I'm only burning vanities You could tell a tale
I'm not cocky, I just love myself, bitch Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the flyest bitch of them all? Never mind I am That bitch is so fucking pretty
Blacked eyes and blood red skies, It's colour that you lack. Your malignant life, a malignant knife, That feasts upon our backs. From the shoulder
And I wonder Where do you get your inspiration? Where do you find your motivation? And what motivates me to hold your hand? And I don't want you to see
sometimes I wish it would never end sometimes I wish I couldn't care sometimes I feel like I'd never see you again take a walk on an autumn night inhale
Maybelline Queens with plastic faces. Modeling their hips and their lips. Bleed yourselves again 'cause your beauty is only skin deep. Following your
Don't say you miss me, yet I must concede There's something I have to explain It isn't easy playing your way I can't even begin to say I'm taking back
I cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman's arms can heal me Like an angel's touch She says she likes the accent She thinks
(K. Green) Oh, it's raining, it's pouring the old man is snoring I'm inspired by the rain It's raining, it's pouring the mirror man is snoring I'm inspired
J'assemble chaque matin des pieces de ma vbie Je rassemble des sourires a montrer aux gens Pour paraitre bien aimable Parce qu'au fond je boite, la tete
Deep within my bleeding heart Stranded by the hold of fear Agony takes a final role Sipping the dew of tears Thorns and rites idols of false Tearing apart
If yesterday was here I, I could turn and face all my fears When tomorrow calls my name I, I won't be afraid (Chorus:) Change my name, I'm asking
Oeffne nicht die Zaehne, wenn du etwas sagst Denk dran, nicht zu laecheln, wenn du nach Zigaretten fragst Hier geht es nicht um Freundlichkeit Laecheln
Big bad man's law doesn't carry much sway When you come around here You can still scratch my back And I can still change sides Don't carry no torch 'til