reasons It's the dead, the dead can dance. It's the dead, the dead can dance. Now that the race was made He took him down at the masquerade He had nothing he
(Originally by Bobbie Gentry) I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On
(Originally by He Is Legend) It's getting late I'm coming home I picked this rose for you I've been away search for oceans With time to kill You better
became my life Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile Sunspots have faded And now I'm doing time Cause I fell on black days Whomsoever I've
them as they come and go - self-centered and making sure that they always fall in. When will I recover? Good poison is not the cure although, love is