My life is valuable thing I want to keep it that way I won't cry My life's such a valuable thing And some things don't fade away But I don't mind We
Yeah, you gotta be Hercules You get up, you get down, you stand up This whole world keeps spinning around And I've found that it helps You gotta be Hercules
Standing on the dark canal By the gas works Celebrate the ghosts gone by When the love hurt And the medicine man here twenty four seven You can get it
Mike: (singing) Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds, baked in a pie ... Cookie Monster: (walking up, singing famous 'Dum-de-Dum-Dum.) Mike: (Continued) When
All you fear, is fear its self Check our your own back yard before you check out someone else Railroad track, in my neighborhood Ain?t no trains around
Look into these eyes and see. I'll not be what you want me to be. Shake my hand and stake your claim. You'll only fan the flame. Seeds of love. Won't
I can't stop...it always gets the best of me I can't stop...been holdin' out so long I can't stop...whenever you get close to me I can't stop...i'm really
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Ooh I got a busted wing and a hornet sting Like an out of tune guitar Ooh she got Hercules on her side And Diana in her eyes Some men like the Chinese
Looks like these afternoons of reverie are through What's left for me to say, what's left for me to do? Float along and feel the water on my back Try
In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea The sun follows your step and leads you back to me You keep telling yourself that you're here but
Standing on the dark canal By the gas works Celebrate the cops come by When the love hurts And the medicine man here 24/7 You can get it fast in Armageddon
I return to the land of my birth and I thank the Gods belief With golden songs and sacred vows Through eons forge the millennium How the spear faction
[ MUSIC BY DAVID DEFEIS & EDWARD PURSINO * LYRICS BY DAVID DEFEIS ] [AGAMEMNON:] I return to the Land of my birth and I Thank the Gods Belief With Golden
Looks like these afternoons of revery are through What's left for me to say, what's left for me to do? Float along and feel the water on my back Try not
Now a friend of mine, way back in Chicago -- You know, he finally made his pile. Well he got himself a mansion on Butler and Sheff An' he was livin' in
In the morning your face cracks and falls to the sea The sun follows your step and leads you back to me You keeps telling yourself that you're here but
