100 lyrics for "Yo, we at war"
You will feel all his power! The viking warrior Mikkel Kessler You feel the floor again, unleashing his hell You will not even hear the bell Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance Feel the power of a warrior! fight fight fight fight Let's get
PlayYou and the night and the music Until the pale light of dawn and in daylight Hearts will be throbbing guitars Morning will come without warning and take away the stars If we must live for the moment Love till the moment is through After the night and the
PlayJe te plumerai la, tete No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' Bang, bang, bang No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward Un,
PlayHere's a song I sing for you About a girl that I once knew She lived in a great big house With golden gates where servants bowed Unashamed I'd sit outside and wait for hours Hoping that she'd climb down from her ivory towers This beautiful girl as pretty
PlayWe need a miracle a miracle a miracle man I’m comfortable with who I am I’m comfortable with my cynical stance Miracle man (miracle man) Beware hysteria I’ll get another lover baby just like you Livin' our life
PlayThis is a step towards tomorrow A director's cut, never seen the daylight An initiated Armageddon So close to define The truth of what we will become A covert deceiving begun What you have to sacrifice One world, illusion's contradiction We blindfold our
PlayIt never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And
Play(I love myself) When you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the bully Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy I went to war last night I done been through a whole lot Trial,
PlayUnder the stars on Brighton Beach Seems like only yesterday I remember when you were only seventeen You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour
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