

to want meYou want me don't you? don't you? But to want me you have no right anymore.to want me


the peakAnd there is an expression in your eyes, and it's cold and it's wet and it's not sweet, no, honeyed acid, sharp like a butterfly's wings made of steel And there is an impression in your eyes, and it's eloquent and stuttered screaming so loud I can only hear a whisper anymore and I can't understand a thing And I tremble with the flimsy weakness that covers your voice creeps into the corners of your mouth and eyes oozes into my heart And you tremble with the fleeting power I slipped to you and there's something divine about this moment lovethe peak


burning iceAnd did you know that, when you look at him, you will see did you know? Would you have- if you had known? Isn't that a fire in your eyes, a burn in your veins? isn't it? Wasn't it the light that you left with your cold heart and cold mind? Wasn't it the past? And yet you do- But there is a fire in your eyes, eating at my heart And there is a burn in your veins, draining my soul And there is- did you know? That that fire in you, that coldness in you- it consumes- me.burning ice
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Yours, Lady
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Yours, Lady
he was very good...
your gallery is good too.
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
Thank you!
yes he was very good.
right at the end
he unplugged his guitar
and came down into the audience
and played cannonball;
it was beautiful..
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
My favourite part is "It's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball"
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