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Let it burn in your eyes. Your cover is blown this time.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.
And like the flies, you ll eat the worst of everything.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.

But you needed this.

There s a glossary of dirty words for people just like you.
And only for people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores, and dirty rotten millionaires
that always wanted more.

Pull the wool on my eyes, like a crooked, burnt-out saint.
I believed and soaked in every word you said,
always tasting red hands.
But the fight never ended and we re all here.
Singing loud for revolution, and sitting battles out.

But you needed this.

There s a glossary of dirty words for people just like you.
And only for people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores, and dirty rotten millionaires
that always wanted more.

And it s sick outside, but I m trying to keep you alive.

And all fingers are pointing right at you.

But I burned this down for you.

Love means so many different things,
but you re all that matters,
and this is all I ll ever ask of you.
Tell me your dreams, so they could be mine too,
let me be there, to help them come true.
Tell me your fears,...

I ve got lists of enemies
Walks the window at night when it screams
The howling wind and the pouring rain
Sha la la la
Sing us a song
One by one we all fall
One by one we all fall
Into the lies that we ve sold
And I feel like I m coming undone
One by one
One...

You don t have to say
what s on your mind
Cause I know where you ve been
Give it up and leave it all behind
And then let me begin

Come on over here
Let me show how things should be
I will make it alright
Let me...

Du kannst tanzen
Du kannst den Jive
Hast die beste Zeit deines Lebens
Sieh das Mädchen
Schau dir die Szene an
Hab Spaß an der Tanz-Königin
Freitag Nacht und es wird dunkel
Auf der Suche nach einem Ort,
wo die richtige Musik...

Ave Maria! maiden mild!
O listen to a maiden’s prayer!
For thou canst hear amid the wild
Tis thou, tis thou canst save amid despair.
We slumber safely ’til the morrow,
Tho’ we, by men, outcast, reviled;
O maiden! see a maiden’s sorrow -
O mother, hear a suppliant child!
Ave Maria!

Ave Maria! undefiled!
The flinty couch whereon we’re...