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Stoney The Scene The Unseen

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Best Laid Plans. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Best Laid Plans.
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There was me with my pride standing our ground, standing our ground. we stood and yelled at the tide to turn around, to turn around. Well that day would

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Ghost. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Ghost.
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looking glass that loss has tinted rose, at the secrets of the path we never chose. We lose ourselves there as we fall into the arms of the unseen,

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Jake. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Jake.
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When you saw the red mist, you were horny and pissed No one tells you when you ought to go home So you start locking horns, he's a stag to your fawn

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Morning After. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Morning After.
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The night passed. sorrow drowned in my whiskey glass As I tried to forget. The dawn came. The light barged in to awake my shame. with a newborn regret

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. One Of You. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Einer von euch.
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I got all the right credentials still I don't belong I do all the right things maybe I just do 'em wrong Advances spurned their backs are turned against

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Jailbird. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Knastbruder.
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Do you dream like a baby Jailbird? (sitting in a cage) Do you only know your own world Do you wonder at your wings, do you wonder at your wings? Can

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Underdog. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Unterlegene.
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I'm good as dead, They're hurricanes of brawn and brains and its dog eat dog It's clear to see That the odds don't look all that good for me. Someone

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Stoney. The Scene & The Unseen. Until You Leave. Stoney. Die Scene \u0026amp; The Unseen. Bis zum Verlassen.
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White trim, big bling, bass bin pounding thru suburban hell All the curtains twitch (Nothing ever seems to change round here) Pub shut, half cut,