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the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the East?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
I treasure the feeling
Forever like a sunbeam on my bed
Your light so sweetly beamin'
Made rainbows on the pillow by my head
Old feelings stir
why
If the earth's sacrificed
For the price of its greatest treasure
I blame you for the moonlit sky
And the dream that died
With the eagles'
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from
Now the snow will fall and the lover's call
Will be drenched out by the shatterin' of verse
As the seasoned shifts lonely minds will drift
[Originally performed by Sodom]
Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle
To the treasure of the damned
Blessing no longer be poured
Mine...Mine...Mine......................!!!
It is a treasure, uniquely one of a kind,
Any king would be proud to possess;
It's mine.
It's my pleasure, my comfort, my joy,
It is the love of my
to find someone
Or something more than pleasure;
Penitence for the Chosen One
You can indulge at leisure -
By the light of the sinking sun,
Don't turn
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from
would never once speak.
By God! What a beautiful thing to behold.
A scene of submissive perversion.
Complete in devotion. A frozen moment of hell.
through eye
A hunt for an ancient treasure
No herbs to restore his life
To die by an orchish arrow
Victorious the olog-hai
Slow you'll die the dark one
paradise
Lips of times of secret
Murmur evil sprouts
Purges the redeemer
Purge
The angel of voices
Injected by silence
Last breath of nails
personal gesture
These type of blacks should be buried like a treasure
So many blacks you'll burn till the day you retire
You're just another nigga for hire
Lydia.
La la la La la la La la la La la la
Come along and see Buff'lo Bill with his lasso
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso
Here is Captain
Lydia.
La la la La la la La la la La la la
Come along and see Buff'lo Bill with his lasso
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso
Here is Captain
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
Jesus my King
I want to love You more
my Great Reward
I have this treasure in a jar of clay
All You glory on display
In a sinner who was saved
I don't want to be broken
I want to be laughing on a Saturday night
Surrounded by strangers who don't have a clue
That I'm struggling to find
temptation
To fight for control by some manipulation
But the God of the kingdoms and the God of the Nations
The God of creation sends his revelation
Thru
Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached
Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat
Fuck the media hype, I'm into Stereotype
Name ya price, then let
Even now your eyes are courting sleep
I'll stay by your side as I have always been
Sleep tonight, may your dreams reveal my love for you
Beyond what
rumours seemed to be true
[Chorus]
Oh my ruthless queen
You are still the treasure of my dream
It's the twinkle in your eyes
That took me my surprise
do but listen to it?
What kind of fool
Lays all that's precious to waste?
What kind of fool
Leaves all their treasure to rust in the rain?
Jack Candy was as old as my father
But still I took a likin' to him
He said: "You will be somebody's treasure,
But no one has discovered you yet."
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