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Dusty soiled ground. No Salvation found
Never the less a doubtful right is always wrong

Tired hollow sounds. From this worn out crown
Will never

When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain 

In the shadow of the forest
Though

More Than Local Boys

The Matches

E. Von Dahl Killed the Locals

the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways -
To the low-way -
To the air waves -
We're all just

True Love (Never Goes Out of Style)

Lace

Lace

1999

forget they'd ever worn
With their arms around each other when they first started dating
He looks like one of The Monkees
She looks like Marcia Brady

The 39th Street Blues (I'm Sick)

Spock's Beard

Snow

2002

and the Catholic Priests
They love to do us good
Maybe you would like some at my cost?
Or maybe you and the white shadow should go get lost

'Cause I'm sick

Doctors of Deliverance

Crooked Fingers

Bring on the Snakes

2001

a dress I'd sewn that you've sadly outgrown
All worn out with no place to go
'Til darkness fell delivering a rush in your veins
Pounding out a sound so

Loneliness

Rachel Macfarlane

Hayley Sings

2012

you've found
It's only loneliness

So stay awhile
We've worn the night away and now it's almost done
If you could stay a bit of breakfast might be fun

remain|Neither one of us ready to make a big change||(chorus)|One night at a time|We use the same ol' worn out lines|One night at a time|Lookin' for a love that

the haunted sky)

The bones that are broken the flesh that is torn
The clothes that tatters the shoes that are worn 
(did you call your name did you call your

Thowards the frostmoon eclipse
A spectral spiritkingdom rise
In stormscreens
Covered by eyes
Night emits its shadow
There is no difference
Between the ravens

shaded in gray
I will look to the blue horizons and watch for you to come
When my hope is tattered and torn
When my faith is weathered and worn
I'll look

brocken wings

Feel like a desperado worn-out from the run
crossing every border to find out that you`re gone

Now I miss you so - oh whoa - boy I miss you

names
You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES
You're a MOTH OF MANY FLAMES


Play it safe and sterile
Staying on the well-worn path

When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest
Though she

I’m keeping the lights on
The door is still open
You are the wind whirling in
To come over here

I’m keeping your name but
The sound is worn out
I’m

ghosts
Faded and worn, forgotten almost

Some pray for money, some pray to be free
I pray in the shadow of old memories
Marshmallow yams you made ‘em best

Your doubts in shadows linger
You've created they're own throne
Concealed, reprehensive sinner
Man face the raptures call
Take a step into heavens

Shadows crawling to the ground
Weary fingers worn to the bone
Harrowed by distant throne

Marching over the barren fields
Bound by shackles of iron

to the promised land

There are no sights
There are no miracles (shadows bear no names)
You should not reveal (join the American gods)
The secrets

You've been marked for death
For all of your sins
Pressure builds up on you
And your time runs out
Hiding in the shadows
This is no life
You can feel

See the river
That never felt the drought
Of emptiness
Weary words
They are torn
By the shadows
In the thorn
By the coldness
Of the morn

light 
with this ol’ pocket knife.
If trouble comes tonight
remember your pocket knife
pocket knife.

Take your old weather worn boots
you were about

AVATHAR

Cold shores, long and forlorn
At the feet of the mountains
Worn cliffs and ravines
Watching the pathless sea
Mournful, deserted plains

Still now, don't cry out 
See them roll on by, children crying in the dark 
It's not mother who calls when the shadows fall on their doors 

You know,