: Man fragt mich, was es bedeuten mag, all das Schwarz, das ich am Leibe trag', gern will ich Euch geben meine Kund', die Schleier heben, zu meines Herzens
Tong Images, images, images I think that it bears repeating the images upon the ceiling I love images worth repeating and repeating and repeating Images, images
ll find a home Everyone's confined Where wild roses have been sown A song to feel alive and free Blooms that fall Is you and me They'll seem to call The image
Your long blonde hair and eyes of baby blue Bright colors never fading The blush of childhood on your downy cheek The days of hide-and-seek The secret
Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees Slander on wrap paper ties Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes Grasp a kettle top and shoot
do I know What can I do But write another love song for you [Chorus] If you would sing to me I'd feel the melody Won't be just another love song If you
song. (I said) I'm gonna PAINT YOUR PRETTY PICTURE with a song, with a song, with a song, I am gonna paint you babe, PAINT YOUR PRETTY PICTURE with a song
for you like I do (Like I do) It's your song, it's your song, it's your song (Like I do) It's your song, it's your song, it's your song I'll be your
path Re-released in inhibitions, so that all is left for you All is left for you, all is left for you All this left for you, now Master of images songs
And for an hour these songs ignite But one it sings for you I'd love you for a night more than The memories of broken images And fights more than The memories of broken images
busy Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song
mi newborn son L's been this way since creation A groupie call you fall from temptation Now you wanna ball over separation Tarnish my image in your
Bop-bop-a-whoa Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no time
What's the matter with the song he's singing? Can't you tell that it's pretty lame? After listening to a couple albums well it all starts to sound
might fall but all you gotta do is try even angels even angels learn to fly -Verse 2 coming home in this late night should have left the lights on i can't help but image
sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my life in stages with ten thousand people watching But we're alone now and I'm singing this song
police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here to
On a field of red one gold star Raised above his head Raised above his head He was not like any other He was just like any other And the song they bled