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Three sons have I, and they
ride by my side--The fierce,
The black and the wicked are
their names--we ride down my
enemies on their half-hearted flight.
No voice of mercy--no evangels of light.
Mighty messengers--heathens rage
Witness our coming--gods of the dead.
I ride through the air--
I laugh as I die--with powers of evil
Dark knowledge is mine.
The ride of the wicked.
The 1st sin was trust--
Kill without warning--for blood now
I lust
Strong winds--magic mist
To Asgard the Valkries fly
High overhead--they carry the dead
Where the blood
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Written by Kevin Bacon
"A tune for a real old friend." KB
Sheridan Square, high as a kite
Beer in a bag, toasting the night
And we dreamed as the Manhattan moon, sunk like a stone
Oh but sooner or later
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home
Your gonna have to stand, and walk back home
You were good with your hands, good with your heart
Good to your friends, that's a good place to start
You say a man's not a man, if he don't do it alone
Oh but sooner or later
You're gonna have to stand, and walk back home
You'
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Smokin' like the reaper
Don't miss me in
Demonize your headache
Take it in your rib-cage
Take a blast in your spine
Guess you're superb
She wants your muscles
Never was, never
Oh God! it looks so beautiful!
Never ever is the final word
Never
Never is an ugly word
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I never went to the tropical island
Though everybody said they saw me there
And it wasn't me you punched a hole in
At the West German protest march
Simultaneous events don't happen
We are isolated temporally
And a part is never called the whole thing
Though it bothers us to know it's so
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man)
Yes, it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Uri
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