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Soldier is turning
see him through white light
running from strangers
see you in the valley
war upon war
heat upon heat
To cut a long story short
I lost my mind
Sitting on a park bench
years away from fighting
to cut a long story short
I lost my mind
Standing in the dark
oh I was waiting for man to come
I am beautiful and clean
and so very very young
to be standing in the street
to be taken by someone
Questions questions
give me no answers
that's all they ever give me
questions questions
oh look at the strange boy
he finds it hard existing
to cut a long story short
I lost my mind
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Reformation
Bleak and tired Western skies
Silence crashing with quiet lies
Shattered glass reflects elation
Reformation, Reformation.
I saw you running through my dreams
Question held me to the scene
Your face was wet with perspiration
Reformation, Reformation.
There’s something wrong
There’s something wrong
Man is something that must be overcome
Quick, snap, break, crack, complication
Reformation, Reformation.
I saw you running through my dreams
A sun that burst through a cloudy scene
Shattered glass reflects elation
Reformation, Reformation.
Bleak and tired Western skies
Silence crashing with quiet lies
Shattered glass reflects elation
Reformation, Reformation
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Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin
Memories oh memories
Lay stains upon your heart
When lovers dance into the trance
You weaved by candlelight
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin
Incessant sound, incessant sound
That stirs the young and pure
Incestuous I kiss my hand
And play the calling drum.
The lover cried into the silk
Many years ago
Your voice laid comfort down upon
His European skin.
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh I saw a runrise likenever before
As mandolin played I cried for more
Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin
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We're building fires that will burn until morning
the smell of books and hot stone surround us
Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin
strong are the bonds that we make
We feel the steam as it rises around us
up from the soil that is cracking its back
Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin
strong are the bonds that sing
Work till you're musclebound all night long
Work till you're musclebound all night long
Gotta work till you're musclebound all night long
Gotta work till you're musclebound all night long
We're building fires that will burn until morning
the smell of books and hot stone surround us
Tough is the leather that strapped to my skin
strong are the bonds that we make
To hear a pulsing from chanter to mountain
down through the vein and into the grain
Strong is the shoulder that moves to the time
here is the land it can break
Work till you're musclebound all night long
Work till you're musclebound all night long
Gotta work till you're musclebound all night long
Gotta work till you're musclebound all night long
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Blue sing La Lune
sing Lagoon
the visions are making me stay
the art is pretending it's art
the quetion is where do you pay ?
Unpack my case one more time
I'll cancel my train once again
destiny give a day
erogenous zones win again
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We are the night,
we'll tempt you and turn you on.
Live in our hearts
and play with your man.
Oh these are your toys
hold them and they'll obey,
from blood into life
thy still become your toys.
This is your game
in heaven in your bedroom,
your chivalrous knight
will save you tonight.
They'll look for reasons again and again
let them go,let them go let them go.
You'll have your reason again and again
for letting them go, for letting them go.
Oh stand by the wall,
wach as they shoot you down,
from blood to stone
they still become your toys.
Your toys, your toys
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