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| ~ More Than Words / Extreme ~ |
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| ~ Age Ain't Nothing But A Number / Aaliyah ~ |
| [ Chorus ] Age aint noting but a number, Throwing down ain't nothing but a thang, This something I have for you it'll never change. [ Repeat Twice ] [ 1st Verse ]Here I am, and there you are, your eyes are calling me to your heart. All you gotta do is knock, I'll let you in, and we will feel the passion that flows within. I don't mean to be bold, But I gotta let you know, I gotta thang for you and I can't let go. [ Chorus Twice ] [ 2nd verse ] Take my hand, and come with me, Let me show you to ecstasy, Boy be brave don't be afraid, Cause tonight we're gonna go all the way. Don't mean to be bold, Gotta let you know, I gotta thang for you, and I can't let go my... [ Chorus Twice ] |
| Saying I love you / Is not the words I want to hear from you / It's not that I want you / Not yo say, But if you only knew / How easy it would be to show me how you feel / More than words is all you have to do to make it real / Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me / Cos I'd already know What would you do if my heart was torn in two / More than words to show you feel / That your love for me is real / What would you say if I took those words away / Then you couldn't make things new / Just by saying I love you More than words... Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand / All you have to do is close your eyes / And just reach out your hands and touch me / Hold me close don't ever let me go / More than words is all I ever needed you to show / Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me / Cos I'd already know What would you do if my heart was torn in two / More than words to show you feel / That your love for me is real / What would you say if I took those words away / Then you couldn't make things new / just by saying I love you More than words... |
| ~ Oceans / Genesis Sinclair~ |
| ...And oceans couldn't seperate us, I the king of the morbid twighlight, You the queen of the ocean. Together we learned the secrets of astrology and the dark arts. We stand together on the edge of time as our heartbreak crushes us. We've suffered through war and pain to see all the false shadows of the Lord. We lost our paradise when we saw God dethroned. But we are still together, Struggling and suffering under the weight of our broken hope. As only children, We seemed to have both slept in the same cradle of filth and grew up to murder in cold blood. Despite fate's warning, We found each other. We watched the burning of witches, Angel's turned to demons, And there's the slayer of the spiders. As if caught in witchery, We were obsessed. Obsessed with each other, Evil and revenge. We planted black seeds of vengeance at the gates of hell. We set the candles all around at the dark funerals we attended. We saw the terror of this world and being without each other. We saw the trouble and the carnage. All these corps turned to evil, Ridding on dead horses. The deceased were decapitated and defleshed. The eternal hate from being apart turned our blood into venom and made us morbid angels that were in real life. We drowned in 1,000 lakes to hear their legendary tales, Only to suffer the slaughter of the soul and enter the realm of chaos. To feel the maximum violence of the world. We traveled down the mile to find ravens, Hoping that fate would be merciful to us. We searched for the crown of hope and love. We searched high and low. We prayed that it would just appear and we would be together forever. The sacred marched off to start an all out war. As the war went o we were unharmed. All in the same day. I was enthroned and you were entombed. But we found our ways out and to each other. We went through Hell and returned back together. We traveled through it all and are still together. We have suffered through death, But we were both there for each other's comfort. Now silence and suicide are walking here with us. Now our blood has turned to dust because we know Hell a little to well. Because we are numb. Because all of which we have done. We had the clutch of power of love, But we threw it away. We don't need that, No, Not anymore. When Mr. Reaper comes, We will tell him all. We hope that he will be good to us, To the best he can, And the morbid florist will decorate us the same, Black roses all around as we lie there in our coffins. They will put us 6 feet under and pray that mayhem doesn't touch us again. The armored saint will take us down, For today is the day. And the oceans couldn't seperate us... Even in death... |
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