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Deeper shades of red descending
Smear our names, the stains unending
Turn forgiveness
With the lens distorted
Crush the infidel and turn about
Famine in our heart
Bring up the silence louder
Eradicate the lungs and take us higher
These are the wonders at your feet
Weighed upon a wider scale
Afraid to see what takes us down
Sing destruction, sing of unfullfillment
Search abandoned, let the blood be fevered
Ridden of the self provided things get easier
Ignite our minds and let's burn brighter now
These are the wonders at your feet
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You And I
Written by John Deacon
Ooh, music is playing in the darkness
And a lantern goes swinging by
Shadows flickering
My heart's jittering
Just you and I
Not tonight
Come tomorrow
When everything's sunny and bright (sunny and bright)
No no no
Come tomorrow
'Cos then we'll be waiting for the moonlight
We'll go walking in the moonlight
Walking in the moonlight
Ooh, Laughter ringing in the darkness
People drinking for days gone by
Time don't mean a thing
When you're by my side
Please stay a while
Ooh, you know I ne
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Steek 'm op, steek 'm in je mond en begin
te roken, smoken en haal 'm in je longen
en als je net bent begonnen
dan voel je dat de stress wel wordt verdrongen.
Door die blunt straight to the point,
een splunt, een stikkie of liever een joint.
Van harddrugs heb ik geen hoge dunk ik rook alleen skunk,
dus noem me geen junk punt
Pak het op, rol het op, steek'm op en rook 'm op
je passed 'm door en tikt erop en opeens dan is ie op.
Hasj & Weed wiede wiede wiet,
je ruikt hem wel je rookt hm niet.
Ben je stoned en word je dronken
je hart gaan bonken, nu be
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You came, you saw, you conquered as a woman of your word.
so to say farewell like Judas is a thing I find absurd.
You shook my world- (you sucked me in then spat me out in bubbles),
the effects of your affections stay the cause of all my troubles.
The only thing you never did was have the decency
to kiss this corpse and nail the lid - came on and bury me!
I placed you on the pedestral - you tossed me in the gutter
it seems your lies were like those thighs - spread easier than butter
I'm first to go, so last to know how fickle is your passion
now my bones hang
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