my old flame, my wife,
poor ghost old love
my old flame, my wife,
one day in june, I drove by our old house in maine
everything changed for the best
how quivering and fierce we were
simmering like birds
with our videos and records
our old house
everything
This aint comin from no prophet Just an ordinary man When I close my eyes…
He's bringing trouble A suitcase of heartache Another sad scene on the way He wears…
Down the slopes of death he rides The eight hooves pound like drums Darkness reigns…
Enriched with crimson shades of pain the river runs dry Full of painfull memories of…
Son kere düşün bence aklın hep kararsız Bunca zaman geçince yeminler yararsız Kandıra kandıra kendini…
i used to be a happy guy, until that month of july, until that month…
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