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In love with the maiden, The flower of winter
Lowbrow children, in grove of the inland
How many times heart's gone thru the grinder
wherever you look there's a painful reminder
Singing a love song, words of a stranger
The howling miller, never to face her
Temple of the evil, Temple of the weak
no one knows how bad he feels
Late-night innuendo, tempetation of the key
"Live with the Blacksheep, live with me"
Insanity, blessing for those born to hate you
Burned by the embers of love, it is so cruel
Howling the night, for sun of the midnight
Serving the people, condemned you in the eternal night
of the lost song, words of the stranger
The howling miller, never to face her
[chorus]
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Mamas put your babies to sleep, story too cruelsome for
them this is. In Junior high she said goodbye to her parents and ran
away with a boy. She left her family warm and kind, all of her friends said
"you're out of your mind". Life of her own she would find, it_s monday and she's
gotta grind.
A Job as a waitress she sure was to find, beautiful face,
mind of a child. Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried," For this I am
too young oh why did you lie" You said "it's okay if we do it today", I was
so scared that you would go away. "Despite all the papers been signed, mama take me
back be so kind".
Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come
home again. He promised the moon but won't marry you. Nothing to do,
eating for two, he's goin' out with
someone new. Sunshine or rain, it's all the same, life isn't gray
oh Mary-Lou.
Mamas do your children still sleep, in the safe of their
cradles so sweet. Story I told you I have forseen, Your little angel ain't
always so clean. Days to come aren't easy to see, You can change 'em but
it isn't free. I see that you don't believe, ooo-oo, but you will see.
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[BETTE MIDLER Cover]
Arctica
Oh, oh, oh, oh -
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I known the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.
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[IRON MAIDEN cover]
Another prophet of disaster who says the ship is lost
Another prophet of disaster leaving you to count the cost
Taunting us with visions, afflicting us with fear
Predicting war for millions in the hope that one appears
No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game, no point asking who's to blame
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
13 the beast is rising, the Frenchman did surmise
Through earthquakes and starvation, the warlord will arise
Terror death destruction pour from the eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions is always in your hands
No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die, gonna die
Die with your boots on, if you're gonna try
well stick around, gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
No point asking when it is, no point asking who's to go
No point asking what's the game, no point asking who's to blame
'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die, gonna die
Die with your boots on, if you're gonna try,
well stick around, gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
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