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If I only could, I'd be running up that hill If I only could, I'd be running up that hill It doesn't hurt me, do you want to feel how it feels? Do you
Summoning the Hounds of Hell To do my deadly deeds In the magic pentagram I plant satanic seeds Summing forth the elements Lightning, thunder and rain
Cold Chicago nights Chains on your tires You're digging out snow That wind it just ain't right I've made up my mind I'm heading home Well baby, well
injured plea crushed destiny deep down trauma hounds run to corrode integrity whatever matters and it would they fail to see they make believe reality
Little light shining Little light will guide them to me My face is all lit up My face is all lit up If they find me racing white horses They'll not take
She knows that I've been Doing something wrong But she won't say anything She thinks that I was With my friends yesterday But she won't mind me lying
They look down At the ground missing But I never go in, now I'm lookin' at the big sky I'm lookin' at the big sky now I'm lookin' at the big sky You
It's coming" When I was a child, running in the night Afraid of what might be Hiding in the dark, hiding in the street And of what was following me Now, hounds
"You won't burn You won't bleed Confess to me - Go Down" "Poor little thing The blackbird, Wings in the water - go down". "What is it, child?" Bless me
"columbia now nine times the speed of sound." "roger that, dan, I've got a solid tacan Locked on, uh, tacan twenty-three." "the, uh, tracking data, map
You can't hear me You can't hear me You can't hear what I'm saying You can't hear what I'm saying to you. You watch the clock Move the slow hand I should
The light begin to bleed Begin to breathe Begin to speak D'you know what? I love you better now I am falling like a stone Like a storm, being born again
It's wonderful Everywhere, so white The river has frozen over Not a soul on the ice Only me skating fast I'm speeding past trees Leaving little lines
Hello, old lady I know your face well I know it well She says, "Ooh-na-na-na" They sitting in your mirror And now is the place where the crossroads meet
the raging hounds return Ominious haze dispersing by the moonlights order they got their prey - theyre gone with your daughters claimed their souls - turned em into martyrs they will burn - as the hounds
Be driving a green van And watch the Mexicans scatter Be the first to admit He thought it was funny as hell Now he's taken to flipping off hippies At