Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. Maybe i'll find on the way down the line That i'm free, free to be me. Black
Hallelujah I am a preacher with a message for my people Over the world, scratching on the ground Looking for the peace that nobody has found I am a
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) Child on a painted horse Streams that will run their course Gone to a far away shore Ooh, ooh, ah My painted horse
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) On the lonely road i'm travelling on The road that leads nowhere As the ground and the sky wondering why I'm alone
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice) Pass your mother, lose your brother Be a lover, too Well all together make it better You gotta cry free Bridges
How can i see When the light is gone out How can i hear When you speak so silently More than enough Is never too much Hold out a hand I'm so out of touch
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If you're leaving close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, i'm lying on the floor. Whether i'm drunk or dead i really ain'
Blackmore/gillan/glover/lord/paice There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was nancy Her
( Mitchell Parish / Peter de Rose / Call off the search EP ) When the deep purple falls, Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker
when moonlight beams And as long as my heart will beat, lover we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams Here in my deep purple dreams
demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get
us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw
gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other
the phone i think my cover is blown im deep cover Your wife ordered a pizza from me she got the meat lovers Im johnny bravo the other black get at me
Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit And when the dough get low tell me where your click is We roll 50 deep
his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread And his father on the other
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed And still find birds in my momma kitchen You might see me burnin purple