Backstreet Listen up This seems so hypnotic, smoke and mirrors, lights and magic Paper faces in gold There's soldier boys, beauty queens, everyone's
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The painted faces on the street caricatures of long ago oh they were young and oh so sweet down beyond the boulevard knock on doors and empty halls and
You never show yourself You're livin' in disguise You keep on runnin' And you'll run until you die Someday, you'll realize You made a great mistake The
Hip shaker, dream maker Heart breaker, earthquaker I could be anything that you want me to Coin spender, mind bender Jet setter, go getter Changing my
Masquerade Masquerade Alright, now listen I've got a friend who had a schoolboy dream He wanted every luxury that money could bring He fancied himself
[Sinner] Down in the old castle out in the swamps Darkness drops all over the land The clock strikes twelve The midnight masked-ball ... is about to
For so long I've been putting all my effort into you My heart is bare, I've been looking everywhere for truth You know exactly what you're doing to me
[Parry] On the surface things look different What's underneath you cannot tell For years it seems that everything is going well Behind the laughter
On an open stretch of freeway Underneath the canvas clouds The blackness after evening Swallowed everything around But just up ahead on the open horizon
Oh you can't fight bombs with little girls Despite their buttons and their bows Oh you can't fight bombs with little words 'Cos little words are quite
A thousand words can hide behind averted eyes Emotionless in a web of lies Forbidden thoughts you keep awake you when you sleep The truth is blind to
A masquerade of dancing shadows Appear before me Through my mystic window And soon to be seen I saw presented Became a vision that I saw resented I stood
I'm here , laying underneath But there is nothing left to say You slowly went your way from me Felt your softness fade away Who am I ? To make you stay
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy I'm sure y'all heard about my dad Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy This one goes out for everybody that lost somebody Da
For midnight lovers only A slow jam exclusive Hot ninety three point one
Haiti, I wanna welcome yall to West Indian day Parade (Sak pase) This is my Carabanner, The PJ's Remix IN CREOLE let's Go!! Ghetto Nou te fet nan ghettoooo
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