Feel So Bad lyrics
Feel So Bad lyrics
"Lament Lyrics"
The Wife Of Noble Character Lyrics
Many women do noble things But you surpass them all Charm is deceptive Beauty is fleeting
I've seen your fairground hair,
your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth
Your tiny lies
I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns
Your midnight cries
So dry your ey
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I know your trail of tears, your slip of hand
Your monkey paw, your monkey claw
And your monkey hand
I've seen your trick of blood, your trap of fire
Oh Holy Night Lyrics
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Your ancient wound, your scarlet moonMany women do noble things But you surpass them all Charm is deceptive Beauty is fleeting
I've seen your fairground hair,
your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth
Your tiny lies
I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns
Your midnight cries
So dry your ey
My Baby's Gone Lyrics
Well, you're right, I'm left, she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone. Well, you tried to tell me so, But how
esWell, you're right, I'm left, she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone. Well, you tried to tell me so, But how
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I know your trail of tears, your slip of hand
Your monkey paw, your monkey claw
And your monkey hand
I've seen your trick of blood, your trap of fire
Oh Holy Night Lyrics
And your jailhouse smile
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
I'll miss your urchin smile, your orphan tears
Your shining prize, your t
SOD Lyrics
[Sy Scott] Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
iny cries
Your little fears
I'll miss your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth
And your tiny lies
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away
[Sy Scott] Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
iny cries
Your little fears
I'll miss your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Your vampire tooth, your little truth
And your tiny lies
So dry your eyes
And turn your head away
Now there's nothing more to say
Now you're gone away