time for you to come in Cool green Caroline You made My bread and wine I held Your hand in mine Sewee, sewee, sewee Sewee, sewee, sewee
: There are stars In the Southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight And moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved
: throw the tent in the river. & the typewriter too. the waters are high, the time is nigh, the text will tell the truth: first, last, only.... alone
: Manchmal geh ich meine Stra?en ohne Blick, manchmal wunsch ich mir mein Schaukelpferd zuruck. Manchmal bin ich ohne Rast und Ruh, manchmal schlie?
: Yeah! Oom oom! When I was a boy I thought that someday I would be a man I'd sit inside the fireplace, pretend that I was in the can Go inside my room
: siete horas... siete horas... siete horas... siete horas... siete horas corriendo x la ciudad siete horas mis piernas no dan a mas siete horas empiezo
: Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around
: Seven angels got my number Since I fell in love with you Seven angels got my number They're all telling me what to do First angel says "Go on and love
: You're hiding in your hall, alone with your hunger Can't break through the wall, of the prison within No reason to be proud, don't go so near it
: (Instrumental)
: Komm folg dem Pfad,folg dem Pfad der sieben Sunden. Hab keine Angst vor dem Weg der endlos ist ,komm folg dem Pfad der sieben Sunden .So wie ein Spiegel
: (Bowie/Gabrels) I forgot what my father said I forgot what he said I forgot what my mother said as we layed upon your bed A city full of flowers
: (Music Bowie/Gabrels ? Lyrics Bowie) "Are you OK? You've been shot in the head And I'm holding your brains" The old woman said So I drink in the shadows
: [instrumental]
: [N:] Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where do we go when we die? What lies beyond And what lay before? Is anything certain in life? They
: Love love love love love love love I have to say it 7 times Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate I have to say it 7 times Nothing wants to grow fast
: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the streets
: Traces, many faces Lost in the maze of time Blinded by the darkness That's the start of the seven lives It's too close, but still too far Follow your