What am I doing here In such a lonely place? Birds fly below I'm high up in my cage Wide awake again Or am I dreaming? Trains passing by World spinning
Jenseits des Horizonts liegt eine Stadt dem menschlichen Auge verborgen Wo TrA¤ume und WA?nsche in ErfA?llung gehen Kein Platz dort fA?r TrA?bsal und
So you're gonna tell me what's hardcore Pass judgement on me and distort my words I fucking gave my life to this I talk too much, I contradict myself
(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup) maybe, one step away, though my eyes stick to the silhouettes and I wish I could stay all the while in perfect time
Just tell me Don't keep it from me You need me Just like I need you We met here On the horizon There's a place there Where we can go We go there Just
Beyond the horizon A frightened nightmare begins The ultimate agony Dimension of sin Gateway to Death Realm of darkness Empire of chaos Engulfed madness
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My mind goes all to pieces And my loneliness increases 'Cause I need the arms That used to hold me tight I've done everything I know of To forget about
By: jimmy buffett Spoken intro with music playing: This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there Was just the water world. there was
These are a few of the states I'm in The first one Jersey, the second one thin The nicest thing of mine is yours So, take a letter down And send it to
Voice, you hear this cry Last word which I understand She dies for your love She comes from this earth Comes back from beyond Sand and dust around She
The children are sleepin', our talk can begin We've waited until they've gone to bed We knew they would cry when we said goodbye And I'd rather leave
Ok khoya Au dela de l'horizon Au dela des saisons Au dela de l'horizon regarde ce qui se passe au Darfour Et toi tu chiales t'as pas manger le yaourt
A million pin stripes gracing a thousand suites But they cary on working that way Continued existence don't mean a thing to you So many shadows living
Ein einsamer Sonntag so ganz ohne dich Ich wei?, ich muss das versteh?n Der Sonntag, der gehort immer noch ihr Sag wie soll das weitergeh?n Das Spiel
A foul stench of fear overwhelms us all. Willingly marching this path unknown. We're left with the dull realization; we once sat high up on this broken
Kannst du die Luft noch spuhrn Kannst du den Duft noch fuhln Goldubersonnt warn die Felder In all den stillen Stunden Nicht ein Wort entschwunden Gab