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The trial was short the lovers had confessed, And the rope was tied and slipped around their necks And left the holy ground where they would never rest And not a tear was shed the night Lucretia left The hangman told her the truth, She could dance with the devil at the end of a noose She felt the pain inside from the very start, All hell broke Lucy, it tore her apart.
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Don Walker Love burns like a blue flame A blue flame, a blue flame Love burns like a blue flame How can I be free Love burns like a blue flame Through the night, your name Still burns like a blue flame How can I be free How can I be free Wandering alone All night long the way I do Wherever you are tonight How can I make you see The torch I’m carrying for you Still burns(Love burns, still burns, still burns like a blue flame…)How can I be free When everywhere I go The word is you have been untrue How can I be free When everybody knows The torch I’m carrying for you Still burns(Love burns, still burns still burns like a blue flame…)Don Walker Who cares if it’s true When I say In the temple of my heart, a candle burns for you That turns my night into day Romantic lies Like wine Like a midnight line Make a girl go downtown Romantic lies Make the world go round Who cares if I swear That my love for you Is so much more than a wild affair For a weekend or two Romantic lies Like wine Like a diamond mine Make a girl go downtown Romantic lies Make the world go round Romantic lies are As easy as breathing Cool as believing That each kiss has a fairytale ending Just close your eyes Romantic lies They say Like a holiday Make the world go downtown Romantic lies Make the world go round Don Walker / Wes Carr Wired but alive At the break of the day As the last few survivors Fall away, fall away And I get a little lost sometimes A little lost sometimes In the night I get a little lost sometimes A little bit lost sometimes That’s alright Time is a tease All those feathers and fans And unfinished symphonies And you With your broken plans And your day’s demands And I get a little lost sometimes…Outside, sirens, join and fade Wired but alive We got it made We got it made And I get a little lost sometimes…Don Walker Hey you with the head on Yeah, I mean you When the owner bombs this place Watcha gonna do I got one eye on the minute hand One eye on a girl One eye is a rubberband Gonna flick away this world Bus station Lotta time to kill Lotta miles Lotta pills Lotta time to kill Hey you in the uniform Yeah, I mean you When the revolution comes Watcha gonna do Fat girl with a travel rug She’s got a chiko roll Fat girl with a travel rug I’m gonna lose control Bus station Lotta time to kill Lotta miles Lotta pills Lotta time to kill Like a big cat in a little cage A king in a cell Its too bad, a man my age To know this place too well Like a dead man on the underground On a long weekend Things keep goin’ round and round And I’ll be back again Bus station Phil Small I’ve walked the highway as a sinner It’s just a lonely road from hell And my shoes are wearin’ thinner As far as I can tell I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky Some say that time can heal your soul That won’t help me find my goal Though my heart may skip a beat I ain’t slow on my two feet I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky You know I’m not the one to give up My hour glass is losing sand Can you understand When things get out of hand I might get lucky….Mainly because there worthless and populated with fake profiles.Rest assured that everything you find located on my dating archive above is of the up-most highest quality the dating industry has to offer. Porn Geek’s top porn sites discounted coupons are an easy way to get huge deals while discovering the best premium porn sites.Yeah lucky Yeah lucky Whoa lucky Don Walker / Phil Small / Ian Moss It was never ever easy Going inside her mind Going into the Mexican wedding of her fevered brain It was never ever easy Looking deep in her eyes There was no guaranteeing you could shoot your way outta there again Gay pistoleros Drinking and fighting Playing guitars And pissing all over the lawn Lusty senoras Kicking and biting Blowing their kisses and tossing their hair in the dawn It was never ever easy I used to crawl out of bed Half insane from the Mexican wedding going on in her head It was never ever easy You can take it from me That the Mexican wedding in her head was a bad place to be Lonely conchitas Slamming tequilas Fat federales smoking and scratching their balls Black-eyed bandidos Firing their pistols Singing yi yi yi yi yi for no reason at all It was never ever easy It used to fill me with dread Going into the Mexican wedding going on in her head Ian Moss / Matt Scullion We’ve been dancing around this feeling Tip tiptoeing around that word It’s so easy to say but God dammit Nobody wanna say it first Nobody wanna say it first How high is the moon tonight It ain’t too high to shoot You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running Right here on the end of my boot Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you ’til I make you tilt Shake you ’til I make you tilt Don’t you think it’s time I know what’s on your mind Way down south we can get a little liquor Way down south where the air gets thicker Come on baby now Here’s the kicker Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger Cock the hammer and hammer the lock You’re looking pretty cute In your little white frock with your All night boots ridin’ up your thighs What you got in your clip Can only fantasise Spin that chamber and fire An’ hope to fuck I get out alive Don’t you think it’s time You know what’s on my mind Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin’ bigger Down that rye, suck on that jigger Eye to eye, together I figure Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it Pull the trigger Don Walker We both know you’ll be leaving soon, flying for a day Following a heart already gone I can hear your conversation turning inward and away We both know when it happens you’ll be flying out alone I’ll watch you disappear like a stone into the blue Take the loss and never let it show You think your destination is waiting just for you But you don’t know yet how much further you’ll need to go Chorus It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris No matter what they told ya No matter what they told ya It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris I know that won’t hold you here I know that won’t hold you I love you for the way you still believe that you’re invincible The way tomorrow has to happen now I love the way you’re driven by a heart so incorruptible But there’ll be ways to break it, and people who know how I have seen the girls of Paris like gazelles on meth-amphetamines Cashing in their only ticket home Strung on the catwalk, loaded into limousines To fill the kind of parties where you never see the dawn It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris….We both know you’ll flying out alone Riding on a ticket no return I love you and I’ll pray for you out here on the edge I’ll burn A candle every day until the day you get to learn It takes more than a sulky mouth To be the toast of Paris….