Apollo 440 - Tears of the gods

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All right – oh babe
Tears

She always talked about the gods
She had a direct line with the gods
You’ve been selected by the gods
She told me
Ok, babe, let’s make it then

(looking for trouble? have you got it? )

What a man has to go through for a piece of ass in a modern age it was highly ridiculous

Oh babe
Hey, what’s that shit?
The tears of the gods?
The tears of the gods
Yes, the tears of the gods!

Inne utwory

  • Make my dreams come true
  • Pain in any language
  • Liquid cool
  • Raw power
  • Electro glide in blue
  • Film me finish me off
  • Stop the rock
  • Astral America
  • Pain is a close up
  • Omega point
  • I need something stronger
  • Krupa
  • Carrera rapida
  • Stealth overture
  • Millennium fever
  • Losowe utwory

    Never enough

    Can t you hear me screaming once again?
    Voices you can t hear
    Because you are consumed and incontent
    With everlasting greed

    Don t you see me on my hands and knees?
    Begging and bleeding
    You re smiling as you bite the hand that feeds
    But will you never see?

    Always wanting what your eyes can t see
    (needing...

    Waiting for tonight

    Like a movie scene
    In the sweetest dreams
    Have pictured us together
    Now to feel your lips
    On my fingertips
    I have to say is even better
    Then I ever thought it could possibly be
    It s perfect, it s passion, it s...

    Tausend mal

    Ich spüre deine Nähe in der Nacht
    plötzlich bin ich aus dem Traum erwacht
    was hab ich getan, was hab ich gemacht
    du bist für mich das Leben, die Kraft.
    Sag mir jetzt die Wahrheit, sag mir jetzt den Grund
    wie konnte es geschehen, warum musstest du gehn?
    Gibt es...

    Venus

    You could be from Venus
    I could be from Mars

    We would be together
    Lovers forever
    Care for each other

    You could live in the sea
    And I could be a bird

    We would be together
    Lovers forever

    Gypsy

    I was born in the wagon of a travelin show.
    Mama used to dance for the money they d throw
    papa would do what ever he could

    preach a little gospel
    and sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good.

    Gypsys
    Tramps & thieves.
    We d hear it...