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rhinelandLife, life is all right on the RhineNo, but I know, but I knowI would have nowhere to goNo, but there's nowhere to go, to go

the lights go onthe lights go offwhen things don't feel righti lie down like a tired doglicking his wounds in the shade

when i feel alivei try to immagine a careless lifea scenic world where the sunsets are all

breathtaking

scenic world

All I want is the best for our lives my dear,and you know my wishes are sincere.Whats to say for the days I cannot bare.

A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.A Sunday mile we paused and sang.A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.A Sunday mile we paused and sang.A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)

We burnt to the groundleft a view to admirewith buildings inside church of white.We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white.

A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.A Sunday mile we paused and sang.A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.A Sunday mile we paused and sang.A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)

a sunday smile

If I was young, I'd �ee this townI'd bury my dreams undergroundAs did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight

Far from home, elephant gunLet's take them down one by oneWe'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around

Let the seasons begin - it rolls right onLet the seasons begin - take the big king down

Let the seasons begin - it rolls right onLet the seasons begin - take the big king down

And it rips through the silence of our camp at nightAnd it rips through the night

And it rips through the silence of our camp at nightAnd it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide

elephant gun

nantesWell it's been a long time, long time nowsince I've seen you smileand I'll gamble away my frightand I'll gamble away my timeand in a year, a year or sothis will slip into the seawell it's been a long time, long time nowsince I've seen you smile

nobody raise their voicesjust another night to mourn tonobody raise their voicesjust another night to mourn to

postcards from italyThe times we hadOh, when the wind would blow with rain and snowWere not all badWe put our feet just where they had, had to goNever to go

The shattered soulFollowing close but nearly twice as slowIn my good timesThere were always golden rocks to throwat those who admit defeat too lateThose were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that dayThat day is mineWhen she will marry me outside with the willow treesAnd play the songs we madeThey made me soAnd I would love to see that dayHer day was mine

and I will love to see that day

that day is mine

postcards from italynanteselephant guna sunday smilescenic worldrhineland

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