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Love
Off the Spill Lyrics: Scott Martyniuk (New)
Tripp or Roll? |
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In My Eye |
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Two
souls fused together
and a third rests near by
Their friendly thief rolls over
and begins to sigh
So much love for each other
that it flows to overfill
Their cup runneth over
and I drink from the spill
I consider what I borrow
Yet it relieves my frozen sorrow
When will I repay the debt I owe them
Eternity is but a short time
Lasting Love's a vintage wine
That is why I drink their love off the spill
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Bursts
of lonely explode in my life
will I ever share a cup?
Shallow puddles form at my feet
still I bend to lick them up
Searching for the perfect bouquet
but I fear it isn't known
I cannot stay in this world
For I hate to drink alone
I consider what I borrow
Yet it relieves my frozen sorrow
When will I repay the debt I owe them
Eternity is but a short time
Lasting Love's a vintage wine
That is why I drink their love off the spill
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Children's
Games Lyrics: Scott Martyniuk and John Rich |
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Did
you think to ask where you're going to
in this grown-up
world we're passing through
People cry out in many tongues
waiting for their wars to be won
There's no winning to the fighting games
only burnt flesh and ruins remain
Children innocent of political pride
They don't care of the shame we hide
Role of the dice, luck of the draw
this grown-up game has turned to war
Don't they know that they play the wrong game
and the children will learn from the pain
Tears on the grave
Children's games
Playing like the children do
Laughing as they learn from life
Can't we learn to play?
Fighting games
Fighting like the grown-ups do
Dying as they burn from strife
They won't learn they'll pay
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Such
examples in this world
easy lessons for boys and girls
A heritage that ends the same
always the red red children's games
There's
no time to plead innocence
you gave it away no sense in this
Call in the priests time for the last rites
call in your soul time for the last fight
Face of the times rule of the fist
this grown-up world will turn to dust
Give examples for the lives you denied
Take a bow for the very last time
The children will ever cry
Children's
games
Playing like the children do
Laughing as they learn from life
Can't we learn to play?
Fighting games
Fighting like the grown-ups do
Dying as they burn from strife
They won't learn they'll pay
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Slaves
Lyrics: John Rich |
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What
is the price of love
And what is the cost of flesh
How much did you need
How much did you get
Was the trip a pleasant one
Did the sight cloud your eyes
Was the trip a holy one
Did he stop before you arrived
Slaves to our freedom
Walk paradoxical lines
Slaves to tomorrow
Are cast about in time
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Curled
in a high blue room
Curtains blow across my face
Radio softly plays
Morning is just seconds away
Sheets are crumpled on the bed
Murmur of your sweet flesh
Seconds as I start to cry
On this trip we will never arrive
Slaves to our freedom
Walk paradoxical lines
Slaves to tomorrow
Are cast about in time
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