Lyrics:
standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles
She's got no
standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles
She's got no
start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbles,
remembering a day
the broken boats of Noirmoutier the Atlantic salt collectors
set about their sectioned squares
a low straight road away
against
If you're looking for me I'll be in the wind
Or a Fletcher Place bar they've got a password to get in
Hey tax collector I heard your trumpet battle
DRIPPING DOWN ON THE TIN
TIRES ON THAT GRAVEL STONE
THE SOUND OF SOMEONE COMIN' HOME
YOUR GRANDMA'S WIND CHIMES IN THE WIND
AND HER SWEET VOICE
Hey there dream collector
Take me to a kinder shore
We could ride out on the tail of the wind
To an Island of dreams
We could step out together
standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbles
She's got no
Soul Collector
Verse 1:
Creeping through the darkness, where the cold winds wail,
I’ve been hunting, I’ve been waiting, for a love that will not
the end is near
The ruler of the wastelands
Wielding the axe
Behold the bloodstains on the floor
Wielding the axe
I am the soul collector
Inside
the wind
Stand tall in this moment and let it all begin
Surrounded by hope as our footprints unite
Where our gathered hands take hold of the night
So we
And God
Even in the middle of wind
Even in the middle of wind
Humbled
(sonia)I am reciting the rain caught in my spleen
These lips can not swim
Only
The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make the call
while the collectors of skulls prepare for war
and the lights from sovereign states
thought you'd gone
Just a pinwheel in the wind, on the outside looking in
Oh and when I start to spin, don't you know I won't never end
Got the motorcar
the wind
One thousand miles away from home
Run until my heart stops beating
Blowing like a pinwheel in the wind
As if I've got nowhere to go
I'm always
pinwheel to the bay,
Oh, don't you leave me here
there's ghosts and rooms of pain
there's a storm out on the sea tonight
and bodies filled with pain
air freshener, snacks and that pinwheel
Top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield
Not a care in the world, not a how and a why
No
Murray.)
Bentley: Whack the supports up on those pinwheels.
Sly Cooper: Really?
Bentley: Pinwheel destabilization is the cornerstone of this plan!
Murray:
The wishbone was rigged
I’m pretty sure
That wishbone
Was rigged
And you knew all along
And you
You’ve got no right
Being sorry
See the pinwheels
See the north winds
Folding corn fields
c drive through the heartland
Blowing the pinwheel
What have you done to me?
To me, To me
To me
cnd I know
and fizz-flat wind
Dance between the trees
We just met, but they're believable
The scraps of fact, decay going down for a nap
c swoop of brush, collected hush
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my
the end is near
The ruler of the wastelands
Wielding the axe
Behold the bloodstains on the floor
Wielding the axe
I am the soul collector
Inside
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