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Post by vincentprice on Nov 13, 2004 0:00:04 GMT 2
Salvation Lyrics: O' Riordan Music: O' Riordan / Hogan To all those people doin' lines, don't do it, don't do it Inject your soul with liberty, it's free, it's free To all the kids with heroine eyes, don't do it, don't do it Because it's not what it seems, no it's not what it seems
Salvation, Salvation, Salvation is free Salvation, Salvation, Salvation is free
To all the parents with sleepless nights, sleepless nights Tie your kids onto their beds, clean their heads!!! To all the kids with Heroine eyes, don't do it, don't do it No, no, it's not, not what it seems No, no, it's not, not what it seems
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Post by vincentprice on Nov 13, 2004 0:01:55 GMT 2
I just shot John Lennon Lyrics: O' Riordan Music: O' Riordan / Hogan It was a fearful night of December 8th He was returning home from the studio, late He had perceptively known that it wouldn't be nice Because in 1980 he paid the price
John Lennon died, John Lennon died, John Lennon died John Lennon died, John Lennon died, John Lennon died
With a Smith & Wesson, 38 John Lennon's life was no longer a debate He should have stayed at home He should have never cared And the man who took his life declared He said...
"I just shot John Lennon", he said, "I just shot John Lennon" What a sad and sorry and sickening sight What a sad and sorry and sickening night What a sad and sorry and sickening sight What a sad and sorry and sickening night
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
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Post by vincentprice on Nov 13, 2004 0:04:42 GMT 2
Bosnia Lyrics & Music: O' Riordan I would like to state my vision, life was so unfair We live in our secure surroundings And people die out there
Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed my mind And we all call out in despair, all the love we need isn't there And we all sing songs in our room, Sarajevo erects another tomb
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo Bosnia was so unkind Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo Bosnia was so unkind
Sure things would change if we wanted them to No fear for children anymore There are babies in their beds, terror in their heads Love for the love of life!
When do the saints go marching in? When do the saints go marching in? When do the saints go marching in? When do the saints go marching in?
Rummmpatipum, Rummmpatipum... Traboo, Traboo, Traboo...
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