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Come on, lay your halo down Well, angels, lay your arms around Oh every city's seen the setting sun Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun So come on, lay you... - Druganaut
Hello Mr Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky Sweet, ... - Faulty Times
I was seventeen, In nineteen thirty-three Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war Faulty times Fau... - Modern Music
A-one, two, three Another pop explosion A-one, two, three Another hit recording A-four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten Four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten A... - Night Walks
Night walks with me And moon leaves me Just enough light to see And the shadow My only company And it moves Just like me And it walks Just like me Help me brea... - No Hits
No hits, In the modern age. No hits, No hits, On the frequencies. No hits, No hits, Halt the dancing crowds. Terror, Terror, Making it in the shade. Terror, Te... - Queens Will Play
Blood crawls through the night holes Blood sprawls across the walls Blood crawls up and hassles Blood sprawls across the walls We've all seen tomorrow and ther... - Set Us Free
There are killers In this town Killer, killers With all their killer plans A war is on the horizon Won't you let us be The war machine keeps on rolling Evil mi... - Stay Free
And there comes a time When you when you aughta know Well it's stormy outside So quit, so quit all that runnin' Were birds on the street Oh the sweat in your po... - Stormy High
Whoaaah The witch is on your trail, my lord Stormy stormy high You've been dying to be set free Oh curse those honeyed hands Whoaaah It wasn't the doctors th... - The Hair Song
Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there What it is, what it is? Ain't no wonder at all You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth Like it is, like it i... - Tyrants
Tyrant, you'll be damned by your power and the blood you've spilt You will die by the sword The violence We Suffer Why you live for? The walls of creation have... - Wild Wind
Oh you can ride the wild wind And find the demons at your door Or you can wear a fresh face With sticky fingers, you want more Yes you could hang for dear life...
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