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Siren Song (The Lush Life Players) · Siren Song: A Celebration of Women in Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Siren (Roxy Music) · Siren [Bonus Track] (Sasha & Shawna) · Appeal to Reason/Siren Song of the Counter Culture/The Sufferer & The Witness (Rise Against) · Siren [Japan] (Heather Nova) · Endgame/Appeal to Reason/Siren Song of the Counter Culture/The Sufferer & The Witness (Rise Against) · Siren (Siren) · Siren Charms (In Flames) · Siren Call (Little Daylight) – and 90 other albums »


of the seven seas
Take me away, lead me astray in your deceitful ways

Hear a thousand voices calling me
Down by the deceitful sea they sing for me
The sirens
seven times

All hands left on deck

No hope of rescue
No hope of dry ground
The siren calls all souls on board
To follow her down

Swirling
Above us on bluebell knoll
The laughing seven maids chased by the bull
As Virgo she danced through the dawn
On that our wedding day

I run back to your
of the Second Age,
Great elven smiths forged rings of power.

Sung, female:
As I return to my room
And as sleep takes me by my hand
Madrigals from the woods
to the right
I know what I feel
This is real
I give you my body and soul
Let your resistance drop
Don't have to stop
Don't have to stop
By the siren's
armor  bomb a nigga like a winter coat 
Have him on Death Row searching for an Interscope 
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara 
Symbolize dope  like sirens
To install the notion that I divided by I
Replace the occasion to speak
I'm not the only lonely boy

until I decide to take my watch off, I still
left you alone
We all left you alone

[reversed lyrics 7:21-7:24]

Lock the children away from harm
They'll lock all your reason why
Seeking (?)
I wouldn't change if it brings you down
Every seven years, this sonic spy *
Driven by a fear and a sweep of fire

'Cause all I want, a second
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins

Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning
by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every second
by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every second
by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every second
In the city made of stone
I hear the sirens moan
I can't escape the beating question:
Where do I belong?

The boundary lines lie before me
I
a thousand times
Those seven days a thousand

Moments with her, now they're all a blur
Except for every second and every word
Every drop of rain, every single
Tiger Lily, you're a silly little jezebel
Midnight Medusa playing games of kiss and tell
Luscious lies upon your lips
Seven sons under your spell
I want somebody familiar
By my reflect today
Take the shot
I'll be your hero
God pressure to the second

Tell me what I've done, done
Just
I love you
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

Seems that sixty seconds got together 
And they decided to become a minute
Sixty minutes
when I've done good she slaps me on the ass
It takes more than ten seconds
To satisfy this lass
The way she walks, I swear
Should be a crime
Sirens
for me now.

Intro: be / e / be / e (twice)
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be e be e be e be e
The jug heads hit
and a second to die

It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
scared
A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head

He just laid there in silence
And all I heard was the siren
Paramedics pulled up
Followed by
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Well it's raining, it's pouring
You didn't bring a sweater
Nebraska'll never let you come back home

Now on Hollywood and Vine
By the Thrifty
Light, neofight, spit
On the cross from a pit
And I look
And I behold a pale horse
Forty-Second degree, mind in the source
Original, it's from