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Without Her - Without You: The Very Best of Harry Nilsson, Vol. 1 (Harry Nilsson) · Born Without a Konscience (Mr. Shadow) · Percy Faith and His Orchestra: Born Free / Windmills of Your Mind (Percy Faith) · 5 Seconds of Summer (5 Seconds of Summer) · 30 Seconds to Mars [Europe] (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · When Seconds Count (Survivor) · Minutes and Seconds: Live (Alison Moyet) · Seconds Out (Genesis) · Seconds Out (Genesis) – and 90 other albums »


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
the first time I touched her hand
And the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I
to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally
fires
Seven your desires

I am he the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
Don't you dare
burning fires
Seven your desires

I am he the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
burning fires
Seven your desires

I am he the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
As was their comands
The second unification of the angel Seven
Three human souls, merged,
As in heaven

The lion's roar was heard by all
The magic
burning fires
Seven your desires

I am he the born-less one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
It's [D]Saturday night and my daddy's up late
pi[D7]ckin' with my Uncle B[G]ill
The neighbors don't mind 'cause they [D]have a good time
Slumber

Born of Eternity
Children of Eternity
Seven in Heaven
Seven on Earth

Sent forth through the gate of no return
Released upon Man
Through
It's [D]Saturday night and my daddy's up late
pi[D7]ckin' with my Uncle B[G]ill
The neighbors don't mind 'cause they [D]have a good time
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas 

Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar 

without the automatic chemical release 

emergency vomit
Sleep on the left side
Keep the sword hand free
Whatever is gonna be
Is gonna be

For the 7th time
Without tumbling desire
Easy disease
We're gonna let it
Make the people hold each other's hands
And fill their hearts with truth
You made up your mind so do as divined

Put on your armor ragged after
Day

Ten, let the countdown begin 
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin 
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
Bodies over bodies, one by one
They got sliced by this bastard son
Helpless victim of an unreal horror mind
In one second takes you to the other
Day

Ten, let the countdown begin 
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for
Make the people
Hold each other's hands
And fill their hearts with truth
You made up your mind
So do as divined

Put on your armour
Ragged
love will do
So drag your heart-stopping mind trip downtown, girl
By Friday night I'll find someone new

[Chorus]

Lord knows what you put me
to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man
to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man
to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man
end
This is the summer of malcontent
This is the winter of your mind

By 2001
Also Sprach Zarathustra
It pays to talk to no one
Europa, faction
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't