Lyrics:
around you, they're looking at your bosom
Who do you think you are, the beauty of the city
Don't act like a star, now stop, it's a pity
I know I know it's
Rebirth
Chaos
She placed my mangled mind on her bosom
As the rest of me lied between her thighs
I am reminded of everything that has given me life
a way like you
Yet you give no damn
But have my best interest laced in your bosom
Willingly you take extremely risk seeing me okay
You've got my back
And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn
I watched it burn
I watched it burn
I would rock my soul
In the bosom
lost
May they all rest in the bosom of God
Till we all meet in the bosom of God
Way on the other side of the Hudson
Deep in the bosom of suburbia
I met a young girl she sang mighty fine
Tears on my pillow and Ave Maria
Way on the other side of the Hudson
Deep in the bosom of suburbia
I met a young girl she sang mighty fine
Tears on my pillow and Ave Maria
bosom rest
Thy bosom of thy love
Demeter! Your bosom grants a feast!
Some golden hours to forget the beast
Rose and thyme, in their prime
hear the herbal bells they chime
Botanic gold
wakens, waken thou with me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
cnd slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into
sleep
In your bosom
Under the sea
At Five Finger
Pull me homeward
To the tomb of
Tuatha de Dannan
Set down your crown
Let me sleep
In your bosom
Under
wakens: waken thou with me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into
wakens: waken thou with me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into
into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
of the world I've missed
staring in your eyes
but it's worth the wait
but please before i'm 28
and my bosom drapes
or my hair turns gray
please make up your mind
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow.
Sing all a green willow.
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing
Jesus lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll
While the tempest still is high
Jesus lover of my soul
Let me
bosom friend
If you don't want to get in trouble
If you don't want to get in trouble
If you don't want to get in trouble
Better let that liar alone
My home's in Old Virginia
among the lovely hills
the memory of my birthplace
Lies in my bosom still
I did not like my fireside
I did not like my
that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has
on her bosom
Where he soaked, tears he shed
He ran home to his father
With his gun in his hand
Saying, 'father, dear father
I have shot Molly Ban"
I was a wanderer
Far away from God
I had sorrow in my bosom
And my way was mighty hard
Then I heard that gospel story
How He came down from
said:
"Though a bridegroom never pressed dearer bosom to his chest
But mortal flesh must come to clay and even these shall pass away"
Towering over
charge will a general command
The battle will rage in the bosom
Of mother and sweetheart and wife
Brother and sister and daughter
Will grieve for the rest
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