St. Apollonia
All these saints that I move without
I lose without in vain
All these saints, they move without
They moved without again
Well, all these places will lose without
They lose without a name
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Де Є Я?
Дивлюсь у вікно Бачу знайоме світло Поряд мій сором і совість у двох позіхають Я знаю давно Що це вже мені набридло Це довбане сонце, і ці почуття, шо вбивають Приспів: Але я не знаю Коли скінчиться... Нащо мені
We’ve Had Enough
Love was taken from a young life And no one told her why Her direction has a dimlight From one more violent crime She innocently questioned why Why her father had to die She asked the
Winter Sun
Once autumn's glow Has gone away And gray cotton clouds Blanket drowsy days You're the winter sun Once fallen leaves Have lost their crunch And turn to confetti Brown and orange I know soon You'll come tame the whip of
Sweet Old Fashion Goodness
Wind chimes in a weeping willow Biscuits light as feather pillows At Mama's house Sunday morning kids a squirming Thank the preacher for the sermon As you're walking out Sweet old fashion goodness Old man comes out
A Song For You
I've been so many places In my life and time I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhyme I've acted all my life in stages With ten thousand people watching But we're alone
