Shall I tell you of the night It was long ago Late November and the snow Just about to fall And the moon was big and bright Cold and sharp and clear
Sleepless nights don't bother me at all If dawn comes I won't worry Something deep inside keeps me awake Wish that you were here right beside me Recall
Can you remember the times That you have held your head high And told all your friends of your Indian claim Proud good lady and proud good man Some great
Eagle man, climbing the skies Red light of evening falls like rain Rainbow?s my yarn, the sky is my loom I will weave sunsets later on Snow woman, climbing
Coincidence and likely stories They dog your trail like a pack of lies They whine at night when the lights are out You toss and turn, you pitch and
Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cards And stained with steak? Who hires a maid to wash his money? Who keeps politicians on the take? Who puts
the girl she-ow? Buffy: Will I stay this way forever Sleepwalk through my life?s endeavor Handsome young victim man: How can I repay- Buffy: -Whatever
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Daaaaaaaa Daaaaaaaaa Daaaaaaaaaa (ahhh)(only for 1,and 2 seasons) Daaa Daaaa Daa Daa Daaa . Daaaaaaaa Daaa Daaaaa
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come around But when they rise up in the night The slayer will come, the slayer will fight Buffy....buffy....buffy... she's the slayer, oh yeah Buffy
This is ludicrous speed, what's here and now And intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur Obsession, desire, desire, obsession, I know the
Now that your big eyes have finally opened Now that you're wondering how must they feel Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens
This is ludicrous speed. What's here and now and intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur. Obsession: desire, Desire: obsession. I know the
Can you remember the times That you have held your head high And told all your friends of your Indian claim Proud good lady and proud good man Your great
Hey, I got a girl at the head of the creek Goin' up to see her about 2 times a week Kiss her on the mouth, sweet as any wine Wrap herself around me like
Word is up to the king's dear daughter And word is spreading all over the land That's she's been betrayed by her own dear brother That he has chosen another
And my belly is craving, I got a shakin' in my head, Feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead. If I lived till tomorrow that'll be a long time, But
(I?m cutting my) own way through my own day and all I dare say is It?s my own (Got my) own seeds Got my own weeds I?ve got my own harvest that I?ve sown