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The 69 Eyes – Devils

nyxmuse — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:20:55 +0000

Who told you about a man without fear
Who told you about a god who does not care
Who told you about a pain that does not hurt
Who told you about a love that turns to dirt

Devils
You’ve got a face-to-face with your
Devils
You’ve got a race to race with your
Devils
You’ve got to find a place among your
Devils
You cannot replace your
Devils
Devils

Who told you about cause and effect
Who told you about a heart that can forget
Who told you about fortune and fame
Who told you that the evil has got no name

Devils
You’ve got a face-to-face with your
Devils
You’ve got a race to race with your
Devils
You’ve got to find a place among your
Devils
You cannot replace your
Devils
You can’t deny
Devils
They’ll get you in the night

Who told you
who told you

Devils
You’ve got a face-to-face with your
Devils
You’ve got a race to race with your
Devils
You’ve got to find a place among your
Devils
You cannot replace your
Devils

You can’t deny

Devils

They’ll get you in the night

devils

you gotta ride on your rage with your

devils

You gotta ride on your rage with your

devils

You gotta ride on your rage with your devils

The 69 Eyes – Christina Death

nyxmuse — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:20:04 +0000

She likes to sleep her nights with the windows open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats a “please no ads” sign on her door
Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red

She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white
The lightning’s something she adores like Frankenstein’s Bride
She’s obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead church yards give her more
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Drinks Absinth after giving head

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Waits For dracula in her bed
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met

The 69 Eyes – Beneath The Blue

nyxmuse — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:19:28 +0000

Some were born to light
Some into the endless night baby
Every man’s got to find
What’s there behind
The silver side now baby

Would you take me tonight
Back into the garden of delight
Don’t let the promise in your eyes
Ever stop burning up so bright

Sunlight in your hair
Those who live are those who dare

I’m coming back
For you
Beneath the blue

Some hearts born to cry
Some into the endless lie baby
Every man’s got to find
What’s there behind
The lonely side now baby

Would you take me tonight
Back into the gentle grace of your light
Don’t let story in your eyes
Ever stop burning up so bright

Sunlight in your hair
Those who live are those who dare

I’m coming back
For you
Beneath the blue

The 69 Eyes – August Moon

nyxmuse — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:16:56 +0000

August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Over the sea

August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Do you belive

In August Moon – let me follow you
In August Moon – let me follow you dawn

August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Over the sea

August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Do you belive

In August Moon – let me follow you
In August Moon – let me follow you dawn
Let me follow you dawn

Down to the Seven Seas, paces I never be
Down to the Seven Seas, paces I never be

August Moon
Where are you
August Moon
Over the sea

August Moon
Where are you
August Moon

The 69 Eyes – 30

nyxmuse — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 06:13:09 +0000

Do you know the feeling
When you wake up find your way to the bathroom
Stare at yourself from eye to eye
Feeling relieved the innocence is still there
Time to turn over baby
Time to turn loose
No limits no lines
That’s yesterdays news got a rhythm in my rhyme
Still shootimg up so high
Got a ritual crime but I ain’t no slave of time
It’s just like waking up from the strangest dream
All the sudden
All the people at your own age
Are gone got fat familiazed and wrecked
You’re like the last of the lost boys of neverever land
That’s it
Time to turn over baby time to turn loose
No limits no lines
That’s yesterdays news got a rhythm in my rhyme
Still shooting up so high
Got a ritual crime but I ain’t no slave of time

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