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Words
F. R. David

Words don't come easy to me How can I find a way to make you see I love you Words don't come easy Words don't come easy to me This is the only way for me to say I love you Words don't come easy Well, I'm just a music…

72.65 %
Molly The Murderer
Sturm und Drang
62.86 %
Gone With The Sin
HIM

…You're gone with the sin my baby And beautiful you are So gone with the sin, my darling I adore the despair in your eyes I worship your lips once red as wine And I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine And I…

58.32 %
Gone With The Sun
HIM

with the sin my Baby and beautiful you are You're gone with the sin my Darling I adore the despair in your eyes I worship your lips once red as wine I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine I just love the way you're running out of life…

57.89 %
The Face Of God
HIM

…I'm drained but aching for more And the devil inside is reading The words of the saddest poem To be engraved on the stone on my grave I'd kill to share your pain (and carry the shame) And sell my soul for you just to…

56.79 %
Prevent their sex
Piia Myyry

…they are tired,, 'so you can fuck easily, its not that they want is, its you you are obsessed with your jealousy, you are always left. You have always been the same, you like your own games, you all get revenge of the

54.39 %
The Poet and the Pendulum
Nightwish

…there 'n then Those meadows of heaven Adventure-filled days One with every smiling face Please, no more words Thoughts from a severed head No more praise Tell me once my heart goes right Take me home Getaway, runaway, fly…

52.37 %
They play with cancer
Piia Myyry

…, you have a lot of opinions, you travel nowhere alone, its over the days, same boredom. You all come from the woods, there is nothing to do, you all get bored of everything, you dont do any plannes, you run after women…

48.12 %
The Funeral Of Hearts
HIM

…upon The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail, He was the moon painting you With its glow so vulnerable and pale. Love's the Funeral Of Hearts And an ode for cruelty, When angels cry blood On flowers of evil in bloom…

47.64 %