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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Secondhand Sounds, Vols.1-2: Remixed by Herbert (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sunlight at Secondhand (Nights Like These) · Secondhand Daylight [Bonus Tracks] (Magazine) · Secondhand Daylight [2007 Expanded] (Magazine) – and 90 other albums »


to costly game
Maybe I'm wrong for seeming
Ungrateful, unforgiving
Oh how it hurts now you're finally leaving
I couldn't take anymore

Now's the time!
Serenade me by the light of the moon,

Let's sing and dance as lovers do

When the morning light shines down on me

With you, my love I want
peers
Never ask for favors
And I never show my fears
Surrounded by too many friends
I am a one-man band
With all the trappings of
A life lived
Settling along the scenery, beneath the steady fall
The dusk accompanies a loneliness, descending as snow
Tears can drown the embers in this broken
to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's serenade

[Chorus:]
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
they're all up for the thrills
But not the working darlin'
Life's a roll of a dice, but you'll pay the price
When that curtain falls

Caught in this
to remind me 
Of the guns and the early graves 
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep 
To sing an outlaw's serenade 

Dyin' ain't much of a livin' 
When
of my peers
I never ask for favors
Oh, and I never show my fears

Surrounded by too many friends
I am a one-man band
With all the trappings
this one for the Lord?
Or do I simply serenade for things I must afford?
You can jumble them together, my conflict still remains
Holiness is calling,
for the Lord?
Or do I simply serenade for things I must afford?
You can jumble them together
My conflict still remains, holiness is calling
In the midst
baby you're a star
Said I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of stars
Become dust, and one love become lust for the papers
Had you gassed now that - gas
[Originally by Toys]

How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow
Birds high up in the trees
Serenade the flowers with their melodies
who's that you move for.
We're all puppets;
We're all marionettes.

These body parts are parts of plans,
Passed by my hands. My hands shake through
fall again
Chased by the dead and the lonely
I know that's my own devour
The evil inside growing stronger

Someone is digging my grave
Waiting for
Let me be your conga player
Serenade you on the street
Al the natives' gather there
In the evening by the sea
I'd rather be your surfer girl
Than have
dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to flick, to spray
of dusk marching side by side 
Bleeding shadows of thy shrine 
The forest whispers laments for me 
Painful screams devours my mind 
Serenades of angel
And to be for real I'm already done cart wheels

[Lil' Flip]
Down south we all about stackin chips
And if you get outa line we packin clips

[Redd]
Down south
And the guerrillas just shot two pigs

Sometime the night falls just so
You can't see the scars
Discourse between the stars
Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Chorus [F.L.O.W.]

This is the last time i will
Ever struggle
This is the last time i will
Ever fall

[BJ Swan]

My moms gotta take in second-hand bum
they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
Miyag' never did dip for Dove 
Bootleggers my legs and, grit about a hug 
And who gets the Motts, I knots by the chance 
I rain-dance I rain-dance 
But
the stream, artefacts of what I
Was

Read the signs on the trees,
Written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades,
Ancient chants singing all
Chamillitary click, is the click they wanting 
You know that OG Ron see, gon screw it for them 

[Chamillionaire] 

A lot of DJ's, didn't wanna mess with the kid