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King Kong Song
Mach Die Augen Zu Und Küss Mich
The Way of the Sword
The Way Old Friends Do
Reefer Head Woman
Langweilig
Full Of Fire
Tu Es Diaboli Juna
Eternamente Bella
Confess Your Beauty
Theme To Wayne's World
Linda Song
Way Back When
A Quest Into the 77th Novel
Scorpio Rising
Drive In
Dancing With The Mountain
Rebell
Like a Loaded Gun
Can't Not
Physical (You're So)
Ya No Quedan Locos
One Good Reason
Living A Lie
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The Name Of The Game
Fahrn
You Gotta Start Somewhere
Angel
Mercy, Mercy
Rock Rendezvous
Money, Money, Money
Even If My Heart Would Break
Temple of Love
Dum Dum Diddle
Bellyup
The Reason
I See You
Sexatise You
Zlo Poèas
Come What May
Rolled Gold
La Duda
Every Time Around
Putrid Cross of Insignificance
Voulez Vouz
The Last Time
Save The Day
There comes a time when you swim or sink
So I jumped in the drink
Cuz I couldn't make myself clear
Maybe I wrote in invisible ink
Oh I've tried to think
How I could have made it appear
But another illlustration is wasted
Cuz the results are the same
I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands
over some widge board in the hopes I can spell out my name
What some take for magic at first glance
Is just sleight of hand depending on what you believe
Something gets lost when you translate
It's hard to keep straight
Perspective is everything
And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it from
I suppose I should be happy to be misread-
Better be that than some of the other things I have become
But nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale
And baby we've all heard it all before
Oh i could get specific but
Nobody needs a catalog
With details of love I can't sell anymore
And aside from that, this chain of reaction,
baby, is losing a link
Though I'd hope you'd know what I tried to tell you
And if you shocked by the real world,
because it was never there before for us to see.
taught one thing to believe another,
we're children of hipocracy.
stepping out of darkness,
we're blinded by the spotlight.
the future is ourÃÂÂs they say itÃÂÂs up us,
to make it right.
laying the blame on the next generation.
restained by unknown hands.
holding on to helpless hands,
staring down the face of days,
with eyes still unsure of whatÃÂÂs to come.
while time is still precious to many,
it's a worthless charm to some.
ee-yeh-oh
oh-wee-klo
restained by unknown hands.
holding on to endless strands,
of what's to be created.
looking into bloodshot eyes,
longing to see paradise.
the vision is faded.
laying the blame on the next generation.
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