All dressed in black, eyes of attack Coming with one hand in pocket To take from me Sin eyes, I see Sin is nice to me Nothing left for me Reality, forget
Stop stalling make a name for yourself Boy, you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out If you talk it, you better walk it, you better back
All dressed in black Eyes of attack Coming with one hand in pocket To take from me Sin in the eyes I see Sin is nice of me Nothing left for me Reality
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Stop stalling, make a name for yourself. Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out. If you talk you better walk you better back your
will take When he calls what can I say Day follows night night follows day Farther and farther I roam What will my answer be what can I say When Jesus beckons
[Instrumental]
I found her I was trapped in her web I could not escape And now I dread I shall never leave Her clutching hand For tonight for her collections My master beckons
When glory beckons With no regrets On this day of sorrow The course now set End of life converges A sweet release Away from turmoil To find peace Death
Dominion] Misery falls.. ... Miscellaneous calls. Echoes of the marvelous Zones. This enmeshing den forfeits the thriving mist. As a vector that would beckon
Il a suffit d'une fois ma vie s'est endimanchee Les montagnes marchaient doucement du bout des rochersQuand l'amour vous fait signe Le soleil s'est pique
Und dann packt es dich am Hals und schreit, was hast du hier verloren? Du bist den Atem und die Gnaden los und fuhlst dich neu geborn. Das muss nichts
Stop stalling, make a name for yourself. Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out. If you talk you better walk you better back your shit