Best of Real Life: Send Me An Angel
Real Life lyrics
Real Life lyrics
"Bleeding Babies Lyrics"
Orange Grove In California, An Lyrics
I've a longing to go Where the oranges grow I know a cozy nest 'Way out west And I miss it so California my own Oh how lonely I've grown That's why I'm on the run T
I've a longing to go Where the oranges grow I know a cozy nest 'Way out west And I miss it so California my own Oh how lonely I've grown That's why I'm on the run T
When you stay at home fighting your own worst enemy
Will you win or lose you choose
Every inch a soldier soldier
Military men in high heel shoes
Safe not safe streets for walking
Children talking discipline
I can't take anymore
As we fall helpless to the floor
Are we all we all we all bleeding babies
Is anyone there
Are we all we all we all bleeding babies
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Salmo100 Lyrics
Saint Vincent! Land so beautiful, With joyful hearts we pledge to thee Our loyalty and love, and vow To keep you ever free. Whate'er the future brings, Our faith will see us through. Ma
n a playground battlefieldSaint Vincent! Land so beautiful, With joyful hearts we pledge to thee Our loyalty and love, and vow To keep you ever free. Whate'er the future brings, Our faith will see us through. Ma
Justify (justify) just to simplyfy (simplify)
Ah we all we all we all bleeding bleeding babies
So you laugh laugh laugh
As you build a fire
The mirror cracks, no no not so fast
Slow down waiting for that fatal sound
Survive we must survive
Be prepared and don't get caught in the lions lair
A battle circus, an army of clowns
A battle cry how does it sound
Are we all we all we all bleeding babies
Is anyone there
Are we all we all we all bleeding babies
In a playground battlefield
Justify (justify) just to simplyfy (simplify)
Ah we all we all we all bleeding bleeding babies
So you're on the frontline sipping wine
Sipping German wine from crystal steel
Last suppers being served too soon
Soon I'm gonna need another meal
Look At Me, Im Sandra Dee (Reprise) Lyrics
Performed by Olivia Newton-John Look at me, there has to be Something more than what they see Wholesome and pure, oh so scared and unsure A poor man's Sandra Dee Sandy you must
Feast feast feast on final scraps
Perhaps the banquets at an end
High tech on the lower deck shipwreck
Children shall we do it again
Are we all we all we all bleeding babies
Is anyone there
Are we all we all we all bleeding babies
In a playground battlefield
Justify (justify) just to simplyfy (simplify)
Ah we all we all we all bleeding bleeding babies