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Knowing Me, Knowing You
Monolith Of Doubt
My Mind (Mindless Mix)
Self Mastery
The Pony Express
It Never Rains in Southern Califonia
The One That You Love
Beyond Me
Ready For You
Im Not
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
Dance (While The Music Still Goes On)
The Little Drummer Boy
Gwendolina
Write Me A Letter
Picasso Visita El Planeta De Los Simios
Brahms' Lullaby
Now And Forever
G.S.T.
Come With A Little Bit More
One With Darkness
Lick My Dick
I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do
Verwustung
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Sweet Emotion
At A Medium Pace
Keeping The Love Alive
Fahrn
Tijd
Lost In Love
I Only Want You For Christmas
Livin For You
L'arcobaleno
All That She Wants
One More TIme Around
Eat The Rich
No Se Olvidar
Living in Danger
Crazy Love
Prince Charming
The Walls and the Windows
Making Love Out Of Nothing At All
Siren Song
Rokenrol V D Duru
Standin' On The Promises
The Fall Of The World's Own Optimist
Last Child
The 'thirteen question method' (Chuck Berry)
The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use
The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use
The 'thirteen question method' is the one
To use when you want to have some fun
The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use
Question number one: why not have fun ?
Question number two is: what to do ?
Question number three is: who'll go out and dine with me ?
Question number four: will there be more ?
Question number five: when I arrive ?
Question number six: will she be fixed ?
Question number seven is: will she let me still her kiss ?
Question number eight: is it a date ?
(guitar solo)
Question number nine : after we dine ?
Question number ten: let's dance again
Question number eleven came when she wisper'd sweet my name
Question number twelve were about ourselves
The question number thirteen…
The question number thirteen…
The question number thirteenââ‚ÃAcross the town on the other hill,
your lights glow from a different world.
You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;
with all the ghosts that we denied.
Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the great white birds of winter fly;
and the wheel turns, and people change - scattered ashes to the wind.
And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain
A dry river in the blazing sun . . .
Your parched face and your callused hands,
Behind us lie the arid lands
To say too much - well, it was not our way,
and in the end there wasn't much to say;
the scars are healed now anyway
and there's no pain. . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .
And Abraham rose, took his only son, and knife and tinder
in his hand, and setting out across the desert and up into
the scrubland hills, he bound the boy Isaac to the stone,
raised the blade and waited for the miracle.
But the wind blows silent across the hills, across the dead and the empty hills,
dead, like the god that never came,
like your face, the day that you turned away.
There's no pain . . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .