Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
in my room, lying on my bed. the air is heavy, hot and still. Lady Luck has left me or i'm under the wings of destiny. which is true i wait for time
Misty mornin', don't see no sun; I know you're out there somewhere having fun. There is one mystery - yea-ea-eah - I just can't express: To give your
Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty just holding your hand Walk my
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I'll still get the bars in, Devlin, I'm marchin' Like a soldier serving in Iraq is Now watch me eliminate targets You should have known to anticipate
Tyranno Rex ruled the earth A kickin back his lazy chair Skinny mammals beating their chest Out the caves gonna catch a (?/nap) Reptiles really joy the
Aha?¦.Lost in the mists of Islay. Through a veil of bygone years. Through the exile's hidden tears. One dear vision oft appears, Out of the mists of
Highways mine the Mountains of the Moon (Moon) Midnight is a sound singing Cupid's tune (tune) Only seeing is believing in the Temple of the Sun (Sun
Weeping willow woman Ladled on the arm Of the misty coast of Albany With its charm Pining pillar of the wild willows end Womanly waiting For your
Your love is colder than a foggy river Flowing over a heart of stone You left me stranded on this foggy river Drifting helpless and alone Can't escape
Tales from the spirit of gold Hunters come in the night of glory Prophets lying and creating gods Proclameting darkness, my master fall Break up point
Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty just holding your hand Walk
I lost my mind a couple of gals ago I left behind, never saw it go Just a little bit of snow out on the leaves Just confusion drifting, swirling to my
Blind illusions, no revolution Stuck in a season of grief Desperation's of life's frustrations Down to misty valley We sail, you better hold on What
There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside Where I wandered when I was a lad And I wandered alone to the place I call home In those Blueridge
If I was on some foggy mountain top I'd sail away to the west I'd sail all around this whole wide world To the girl, I love the best If I had listened