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The One That You Love
Als Je Me Morgen Ziet
The End Of The Line
Every Woman In The World
My Mistake
You're the Only Reason for Me
Big Boy Toys
Cartrouble Remix
Ill of an Imaginary Guilt
Never
When I Leave This House
World Down Under
I'm So Wasted
Give Me Love
She Took You For A Ride
Life Control
Draw The Line
Intro
The Time of Your Life
Mi Manera De Quererte
Niemand Sterft
Abused
Money Talks
The Way I Feel
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Back In The Saddle
Livin' On The Edge
A Kezdet Elõtt
Intro #6
Donnie
Heaven's Bed
Picasso Visita El Planeta De Los Simios
Slaughterization for Satan
Keeping The Love Alive
You Learn
Mowhok
Kisses of Fire
Dont Give a Damn
Derbykungar
Step By Step
Mis Ik Mij
Stand and Deliver
5 Guns West
I'll Never Get Enough of You
Summer Days
Find the Path
Let's Talk About Me
Ego Generosity
Jag lever i den fria världen
här är landet vidsträckt
skönhet i juniblom
som början till berusning
är den svala vind
som smeksamt andas
min tanke hel
och här står jag nu
i ljus
av annan gud
Jag lämnade den andra världen
där människornas hjärtan torkat
i maktens glans
dom vågar aldrig mötas i den
av fruktan för varandras
ondska och girighet
och där står dom nu
i randen till
evigt slut
Av jord
av jord
är vi komna
till liv
som tomtebloss
från jord
den vackraste
av jordar
vi människor
vänder oss
Jag lever i den fria världen
här i tankevärldens virrvarr
söker jag alla svar
här gör jag vad jag vill
och hÃÆ..Doubting
..Trying
Not to look at the man who is dying
To look for the face of the man who is lying
The ambler gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain its special place
I know its look I know its face
White silver draws black lines
Bright whites the killing kind
Two wrongs don't make a right
Two blacks don't make a white
Devotion isn't what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary
There's a black space where my soul should be
A gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white
The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so empty
And there's no respite
You prey together on the small
Hell-vision shows it every night
White silver draws black lines
Bright whites the killing kind
Two wrongs don't make a right
Two blacks don't make a white
Devotion isn't what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams
Hell is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary
There's a black space where my soul