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The Cure · Bobby Cure · Jah Cure · We Don't Want To Cure Anything Singers & Band · The Killing Cure · The Cure · Jah's Cure · Artist for a Cure · we don't want to cure anything singers · Andy J. Forest – and 48 other artists »
Maximum Cure: The Unauthorised Biography of the Cure (The Cure) · Acoustic: Friends and Total Strangers [Acoustic EP] (Blind Willie Johnson) · The Acoustic Edge: Great Acoustic Music '90s (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Acoustic Heart, Vol. 2: The Passion and Romance of Acoustic Guitar Masters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Electro Cured: An Electro Tribute to the Cure (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cure [Bonus Tracks] (The Cure) · The Cure (The Cure) · Ya Yo Me Cure (Jerry Gonzalez) · The Cure to Everything (Sarah Taylor) · Lee Hazlewood-ism: Its Cause and Cure [Bonus Tracks] [LP] (Lee Hazlewood) – and 90 other albums »
Twenty first so far is hazed Judgment by the like in views made Permanence has run away Hand in hand with career in shaping clay Fast in
[Limited Edition Bonus Acoustic Live CD. Paradise Lost cover] You live for times of solace Within a sign there's a promise, Don't lose all faith
on the souls of man To cure them all of their ways These were the sins of Xaviers past Hung like jewels in the forest of veils Freedom so hard when we
on the souls of men to cure them of their ways. These were the sins of Xavier's past, hung like jewels in the forest of veils. Deep in the heart where
into By mastery of the mental he was able to see What the past and future civilizations had been through Acoustic imagery transmitted through
obvious It's hopeless and I know this, that's why I can't dream No desire or circumstance would keep this from me One by one, to department stores We
Too eager to appease The cure is the disease And it's only growing worse Day by day it takes its hold Divides its cells a thousand-fold
shrouded Neath griefs dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side I would have clasped Her so tight Like storm-beached Aphrodite
The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath grief's dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side I would have clasped Her so tight Like
bleeding, I bed my seeding with deadly arrows Fly like sparrows, and get destroyed by the army of the pharaohs Cyborg, divine borg to the womb Alive you
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack