"She had a head like a God and when she spoke, it was as if gold fell from her mouth. You can watch, watch me crawl; up and down, down the wall. I feel icy, I feel cold. See me change like a venom snake, it's no-one's fault, my mistake. I know the reason, I know why. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Tear me apart, pull me down. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Pay your cash for a new disease, kiss the beast, fall in love with the greatest of ease. No! No! This pig goes to slaughter, she does evil, turns wine into water. I'd do anything, I lose control. My only friend the one desire, to feed the pain, the burning fire. I hate my hands, my shaking hands, shaking hands. So you watched, watched me crawl, you saw me sink, sink and fall. I feel icy, so alone, so alone. You saw me change like a venom snake, that's no one's fault, my mistake, I know the reason, I know why, I know why. Here comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Tear me apart, pull me down. H
ere comes, here comes, here comes that sinking feeling. Pay your cash for a new disease, kiss this beast, fall in love with the greatest of these...."Death is not the end
"When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend. Just remember that death is not the end. And all that you've held sacred, falls down and does not mend. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end. When you're standing on the crossroads that you cannot comprehend. Just remember that death is not the end. And all your dreams have vanished and you don't know what's around the bend. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end. When the storm clouds gather 'round you, and heavy rains descend. Just remember that death is not the end.
And there's no one there to comfort you, with a helpin' hand to lend. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end. Oh, the tree of life is growing, where the spirit never dies and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies. When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men. Just remember that death is not the end. And you search in vain to find just on law abiding citizen. Just remember that death is not the end. Not the end . . . not the end. Just remember that death is not the end...."Dolls
"on the darkest of streets, at around eleven
the lights shine brightest, on avenue seven
from 'noho' to 'soho' they congregate
gladrags and handbags we anticipate..."|
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