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the path that I wander I curse your prophets, these proclaimers of hope my mind is set, I am finally free I shun this mortal coil and choose the way
You go, girls We are the muses Goddesses of the arts And proclaimers of heroes Heroes like Hercules Honey, you mean Hunkules I'd like to make
yourself and I'll ask why Lay the blame on me Bossanova bandits, thieves and self-proclaimers Are leading a life of crime, designed to entertain us
a proclaimer walk 500 miles I don't need anyone else no, no I want you all to myself cause I found one I love and adore I feel like I've been here before When
Proclaimers once said they'd walk thousands of miles Add thousands to thousands like trains outta style I'm here in my room, thinking of you I got this, this,
And the weather's changing its pace Leave me alone, bow down to my throne Mr self proclaimer One of Aesop's fables A pure tyrant, among the giants At the limit
convention breaker Made and raised to infuse the game with new flavors Manifesting the destiny of "2Pac is Dead" proclaimers
Sustainer Convincer Light of the world You're my Restorer Silencer Stiller of storms Proclaimer Father of the fatherless Husband of the widow Smith
And the one these self proclaimers fear Watching things unfold like an employee in reverse that fold clothes These rappers here like a recession They
the anti-christ The proclaimer of rebellion The fear of man is the cowardly spirit Thanks to your stupid and religion Supreme Evil Force Macabre and wild is my
tribe And now like The Proclaimers would sing it: I'm the only gay Eskimo I'm the only one I know I'm the only gay Eskimo In my tribe Like Bob Dylan!
[Originally by The Proclaimers] When I wake up, yeah, you know I'm gonna be... I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you, And when I go out,
Delusive proclaimers Chosen by the book to rule Given the power to heal Twisted, so hard to give up So easy to fall in A part of you is always Going
and the Proclaimers All the other boys are jealous 'Cause I'm making it clear All the other boys are only one idea Away from having one idea A wounded man, a foreign
The blackest storm is upon us Thunder skies shine bright Within the mist of our mind A dead march in a ritual time Proclaimers of roaring drums
I'm the only one I know (I'm the only one I know) I'm the only gay Eskimo in my tribe. Now like the Proclaimers would sing it: I'm the only gay eskimo;
blind, to not see I'm delirious Fortunately you are not, a desperate proclaimer That would be the worst thing on my mind Woman, woman, woman,
to the walls of Stortinget Angered by the weak and ostentatious actions of leaders of our land, Spitting on the vainglorious pro-claimers of freedom to all
mass of darkness and hate, behold the wrath of the fallen Once proclaimers of the divine ways Now ripped to shreds and put in unmarked graves Their
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