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Dream Within a Dream
The Murder of Love
Duel
P- Machinery
Sorry For Laughing
Dr. Mabuse
The Chase
The Last Word
Jewel
all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream take this kiss upon the brow and in parting from you now this much let me avow you are not wrong who deemed that my days have been a dream yet if hope has flown away in a night, in a day, in a vision, or a memory is it therefore the less gone? all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream I stand amid the roar of the surf tormented shore and I hold within my hands grains of golden sand how few yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep while I weep, while I weep oh god can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp oh god can I not save one from the pitiless wave is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream
I've, I've been a victim of your love like many before, so many before You, you strangled me with all your charms I yearned for more, I'm yearning for more I'm charging you with murder the fire of love's dying down but in the face of the verdict I'm feeling all jealousy drown plead for mercy You, you've been convicted by a kiss you share too much, you share too much I, I was a witness of your crime Now I'm the judge, I am the judge I'm charging you with murder the fire of love's dying down but in the face of the verdict I'm feeling all jealousy drown plead for mercy I'm charging you with murder the fire of love's dying down but in the face of the verdict I'm feeling all jealousy drown I'm charging you with murder the fire of love's dying down but in the face of the verdict I'm feeling all jealousy drown I'm charging you with murder the fire of love's dying down but in the face of ....
Eye to eye stand winners and losers hurt by envy, cut by greed face to face with their own disillusion the scars of old romances still on their cheeks and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death just have been lies the memories of gone by time would still recall the lie the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding I start screaming it's too late the decision is made by fate time to prove what forever should last whose feelings are so true as to stand the test whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death just have been lies the memories of gone by time would still recall the lie the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding I start screaming the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding I start screaming the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding I start screaming the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will leave you on your knees you start bleeding I start screaming
motor power force motion drive power force motion drive motor force motion drive power force motion drive Propaganda! on ? legs we walk in line a calm but steady flow accompanied by loud commands our strength is running low another hope feeds another dream another truth installed by the machine a secret wish the marrying of lies today you find is true what common sense denies rotating wheels of destiny inflame the city lights machines call out for followers far out into the night the calls of the machines drowning in the steam another hope feeds another dream another truth installed by the machine a secret wish the marrying of lies today you find is true what common sense denies the calls of the machine drowning in the steam on childs legs we walk on by a calm but steady flow our strength is running low another hope another dream another truth installed by the machine installed by the machine
it took ten years to realize why the angel stopped crying when you sail on down the lane your happy smile, your funny name it's so hopeless to define when you jump to close the blinds you know I'd help you if I could but both my arms are made of wood I just don't mean the things that I say it's only cause you're made that way sorry for laughing there's too much happening sorry for laughing there's too much happening when we grooved on into town Charles Atlas stopped to frown cause he's not made like me and you just can't do the things we do i'm not being mean so don't take it hard when I ask you to run round the yard sorry for laughing there's too much happening sorry for laughing there's too much happening at times like these you don't have to say so sorry it turned out that way sorry for laughing there's too much happening sorry for laughing there's too much happening
Mabuse! why does it hurt when my heart misses a beat the man without shadow promises you the world tell him your dreams and ? your needs he's buying them all with cash sell him your soul sell him your soul sell him your soul never look back never look back sell him your soul sell him your soul never look back never look back never look back sell him your soul Mabuse! he's devoted to the devil, fascinated by crime glamorous death is is his destination eternal passion his game sell him your soul sell him your soul sell him your soul never look back never look back sell him your soul sell him your soul never look back never look back Mabuse! why does it hurt why, why does it hurt he's a satanic gambler, but you just withdrew and you already lost the chance of your lifetime so don't be a fool, don't be a fool kein Zurueck fuer dich [no going back for you] there's no way back sell him your soul ?tssaprev galhcS ned zreH niem nnew [why does it hurt se tzremhcs muraW why does it hurt se tzremhcs muraW when my heart misses a beat?] don't be a fool never look back never look back
chasing after passing visions chasing after passing visions and traces buried by the tide chasing after passing visions and traces buried by the tide hunting for the bygone picture reviving phantoms of the past hunting for a bygone picture chasing after passing visions of this magic of your touch and traces buried by the tide your secret smile, I can't forget chasing after passing visions we could turn back the pointers of the clock and traces buried by the tide oh if I could and if you would
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1-2-3-4!! Eye to eye stand winners and losers hurt by envy, cut by greed face to face with their own disillusion the scars of old romances still on their cheeks and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death just have been lies the memories of gone by time would still recall the lie the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding I start screaming it's too late the decision is made by fate time to prove what forever should last whose feelings are so true as to stand the test whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death just have been lies the memories of gone by time would still recall the lie the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start screaming I start bleeding the first cut the second cut the third cut Ah! the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding, I start screaming the first cut won't hurt at all the second only makes you wonder the third will have you on your knees you start bleeding, I start screamiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!