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Type Of Mood
You Don't Want Me To
No Light
I'm Sorry
All Aboard
If You Ever Feel The Need
Cruel Ii
Redemption
Dance
Dry Your Eyes
Dying Young
Shy
If You Ever Feel The Need
Blind My Eyes
Empty Happy Song
They Don't Know You
Hang On
All I Do
Ceilings
City's On Fire
Psalm 112
Hang On
It's Apart
Goodbye Tomorrow
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My Friend
Know You Wanna
Pop Goes the Weasel
The Only Thing I Need
Lisa
Now I Can Breathe
Borrow
It's Apart
Superfly
Pop Goes the Weasel
Lay It All On The Line
No place like home
Him Or Me
Dear Mr. President
Dry Your Eyes
And It's True
Eu NãO Sei Dizer
The Basics Of Life
You Don't Want Me To
Angel Song
Know You Wanna
Pop Goes the Weasel
Superstar
All the things that they make you say
And all the love that you hide away
I'll pick you up and it'll be all right
I'll pick you up and it'll be tonight
She rode a horse into my head
She rode a horse into my head
She won't discipline the children
And now they're running wild on the beach
And I don't care
It's the middle of the night and we're here
Playing dominoes and drinking beer
I try to think of something deep to say
But my well is dripping dry today
She rode a horse into my head
She rode a horse into my head
She won't discipline the children
And now they're running wild on the beach
And I don't carei got my rock
i said i got my own soulin'
gonna make it 'cause i know i'm good to go
i got my rock
i said i got my own soulin'
gonna make it 'cause i know i'm good to go
where i come from
its a grey old town
we've got life and music
and money on the ground
but i've had my share of empty hours
i've had my share of april showers
i know i've been livin' in a day dream
not sure where i was goin'
not sure where i had been
watchin' tides turnin'
feelin' money burnin'
givin' all the while
and gettin' in return
i got my rock
i said i got my own soulin'
gonna make it 'cause i know i'm good to go
i got my rock
i said i got my own soulin'
gonna make it 'cause i know i'm good to go
let the time rush over me
and chase the wind as far as i can see
all i am
all i ever will be
is evolution and now i see
i got my rock
i said i got my own soulin'
gonna make it 'cause i know i'm good to go
i got my rock
i said i got my own soulin'
gonna make it 'cause i know i'm good to go
times are changin'
i keep on movin' on
the road will get smoother
the further i go
The buildings reach up to the sky.
The traffic thunders on the busy street.
The pavement slips beneath my feet.
I walk alone and wonder
who am I?
I close my eyes and I can fly.
And I escape from all this worldly strife,
restricted by routine of life,
but still I can't discover
who am I.
I long to wake up in the morning
and find everything has changed,
and all the people that I meet don't wear a frown.
But every day is just the same.
I'm chasing rainbows in the rain.
All the dreams that I believe in let me down.
Maybe I'm reaching far too high,
for I have something else entirely free,
the love of someone close to me,
unfettered by the world that hurries by.
Um, to question such good fortune,
who am I?
I long to wake up in the morning
and find everything has changed,
and all the people that I meet don't wear a frown.
But every day is just the same,
I'm chasing rainbows in the rain.
All the dreams that I believe in let me down.
Maybe I'm reaching far too high,
for I have something else entirely free,
the love of someone close to me,
unfettered by the world that hurries Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart