Lyrics:
Life is beautiful
We live until we die
When you run into my arms,
We steal a perfect moment.
Let the monsters see you smile,
Let them see you
Ancient stories of a mystic landscape
On the surface of the ocean's pride
The legend lives
Fog surrounded - in the misty moonlight
Mighty
pretty lights
Just like all those pretty lights in the sky
There's something to be said
About the colors in your head
And how they mix to form
The perfect
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Town clock echo splits the night,
The witching hour moves even closer to the brink of time that is at hand.
Sound of heels
her answer MISFIT
Picked a girl up at the trainstop where I live
Took a drive along the beach by the ocean
Talk about the dreams we had while we
little did I know
That I would be scarred
I'm left all by myself
For about a second or two
You know, out with old
You know, and in with the new
your acting all shy, hm I wonder why
Every time I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann
a fairy tale for a dragon and a witch
They're perfect for each other, she ain't pretty he ain't rich
They're a little bit surprised by what they've
burns down.
We live the long walk of a question, my friends.
I think about my sister out in the rain; and all the heroes I know that she'll never
of you
Where did my life go or did it ever start?
I don't know but you tore it apart
Time goes by and people try to change their lives
But you, you
Live in such misery?
Then one day I had the perfect plan
I shake my ass and scream "Get a rock 'n' roll band!"
From now on there'll be no
You know you don't have time to sit around
Waiting for the perfect chance to come your way
And you'll never find the answers to the questions you ask
jam
Chumps know the program, identical to no man
When I get busy who is he my formula rhymes
In parallel lines in perfect, mics to short circuit
it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but
Hopeful but not optimistic
My mind becomes more dangerous by the second
So I'm hopeful but not optimistic
Lay down what you're working on
It's
heir censure forced the decision
Their murder forced by incision
With furtive defiance I ended their lives
My allegiance to the scalpel has
Your fallen tears have called to me
So here comes my sweet remedy
I know what every princess needs for her to live life happily
With just a wave
to the age of innocence
When clockwork fixed by lights and books
When singers wrote songs instead of hooks
When the value wasn't in the price
When
they're quick to pass him by
And the ones who drop a dollar, don't dare look him in the eye
Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America
Sunday
the search, start the new earth, flex your true worth
Honor your Son, let Him come, perfect the new birth
And We don't gotta prove that God is cool
Just know
the time we remain
Or maybe, the rest of the world'd lose they mind
And we'd die not knowing how we wasted perfect time
Damn, (we could've had it all)
as well be
It's what's next and shit
I live life filthy
We sexed every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob or mudda
Find a shutta
And shoot fo or fo each
When you move so much
And the place I was wasn't perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn't milk or honey
But then neither is this
leather shooting up the midnight motorway
I drove the car that took my love away
I glimpsed her hair
Blown by the wind
And passing headlights
Dance
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