Lyrics:
the yesteryears
I wouldn't feel so similar
Taste of whiskey on my breath
Burning this familiar
Getting rowdy
Cry for help
But no one wants to deal with ya
Ain't
your whole heart to this
Then you can build it { ugh }
The feeling feel familiar
That's what it really does
People start to lifting up
Levitating
renewing and building|My broken spirit|You talk to me, shout at me, speak right out loud to me|Even when I don't hear it||I was so busy searching, painfully
A horde, familiar strangers
Affliction, evil eyes
Anxiety, my mentor
Born and raised upon your isle
My soul will soon be eaten
By the vultures
around.
Broken spirits have left me on the ground.
The very thing that I prayed for
Not to come to pass. It has come a'las.
familiar flame
Tasteless joke, strident laugh
You nearly spilled your glass
Sauvignon and spirits
Fill our cups with empty words
Spinning heads, sparks
through our lives – of course it’s faster every day
Takes familiar things that we know and love and carries them away
There’s always sadness in the heroes’
have seeped back into me, cutting through my suffocating darkness
"The hand behind the druids, a familiar hand cold and cruel"
Could this be? A realm
And the fog is clearin'
A familiar feelin' as I start to take control of you
The ??? a welcomed addition
Complimentin' me on the whole mission
You like what
I bask in familiar flesh with no shelter to call my own
A sacrifice for my sickness, I'll dig a grave for those I love
I release the teeth from my
Growing ill at ease
Wear from my travels
Succumbing to fatigue
A visitation from the spirit realm
By haunting visions overwhelmed
Dreamscape
you with your other friend
You just closed your eyes but he gave a grin
I'm not so sure that I can share the spirit of your happiness
Remember that
Of a gentle and quiet spirit
So in great God's eyes
The sun rises
We’ll wrap ourselves in his light
The love I’ve longed for
And the hope that lies within
I
Crossed over to the spirit world
Was like walking through fire
Familiar faces all around me
Waiting to see me
We talk, but no one speaks
keeps coming
We all can dig, familiar smells of thousand years of torment
We get intrigued by crime, 'cause death is mystifying
See, people dig their
of feast and festivity Spirit of adventure in us Celebration of the soul, near and far, Woman, you are the present and the forever
Despair that haunts us
the gods in the front seat
We hold out our hands
Watch that hole down on Aungier
It'll knock you right off
There's that familiar stranger
With
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