Dying Dying Falling Being Dying Sleeping Easy Living Dying
of you Wisdom and truth Cigarette in one hand And a beer in the other Dying to try this Now I know Dying to try this Now I know Dying to try this Now
Traducció: Guided By Voices. Morir a provar aquesta.
Traducció: Guided By Voices. Morir.
who lay On his dying bed at the close of day Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a shallow grave
The wind freezes my bones While I'm riding through the darkness Searching by the ruins Where the Arcadia Gates wait Old spirits call my name And show
M DYING FOR ANGELS CRYING ANGELS CRYING, CAN'T BEAR ALL SHADES ON ME IS WHAT I'M DYING FOR Drowning beyond the sea Inner voices guide my sickness Tear
pictures of an old remembrance passing by On obsidian wings I fly, leave the gates behind Through the colonnades of eternity This is the end for me, I'm dying
IA'm the one whoA'll tell terrifying, scary, dreadful tales War is breaking loose, it cannot be stopped Cars are racing by and youA're getting crushed Friends are dying
for the best of Jill Hives Been around and left you flat Tragically decided that Every child of God's a brat And she's dying to escape them But do we
hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying Feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying 2: Magdalena Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by
a velvet spell Of hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron spitting acid as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying
cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky. Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and
boundaries end Stay pure and heart of g The ocean breaks against the adverse wind I hear you crying you're only a lifetime away I feel you dying relying
up to you You and nobody else You and nobody else Just for you C'mon Gil We're all dying to see you We all wanna see you ??? We want you out of town by
Hate your perfume Hate your perfume I hate the way you talk to me And if you could be a one night stand And if you would see me then - dying down You
in the streets, oh yeah Looking for anyone to eat, oh yeah They'll take the logical mask of defeat, oh yeah They're dying to see Jesus Fat greedy bastards
't greet you with a simple hello and the watchers of the flood were busy in their chambers making sure there was new blood to sustain their dying veins
