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Israel's Son - Silverchair

"Hate is what I feel for you, And I want you to know that I want you dead. You're late for the execution... If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead. All the pain I feel Couldn't start to"

Bastard Son - George Fox

"Urban enzyme digest slowly eating crust and crouton wholly Cut up news with froth and frolic hero doomed and alcoholic not a picture prized or pretty burning engines in the city not a word now could be"

Favorite Son - Bartek Grzanek

"You brought me here Into this world I heard you’re laughing When you left me alone My favorite sky, you can’t deny I you favorite son Despite my fears Whole of my faults I was fighting for nothing But"

Prodigal Son - Envy And Other Sins

"So, your dreams fell by the way, along with any sense you had So what the hell're you gonna say, and what're you gonna do when you're down? I can't believe you wouldn't lend me just five precious minutes"

Runaway Son - Mike Oldfield

"Good Sister, Won't You Let Me In? I'm In Need Of Some Warmth And Shelter It's A Hard Luck Story, Don't Know Where To Begin I've Been Riding On Life's Helter-Skelter Save Me, Holy Mother, Please, Save"

Rising son - Sturm un drang

"Lost in darkness, like a shadow there I was Always searching for tomorrow yet to come Never thought I would see again, see the light shine upon me Can't you see me coming, Coming for You baby Coming there"

Rising son - Sturm und drang

"Lost in darkness, like a shadow there I was Always searching for tomorrow yet to come Never thought I would see again, see the light shine upon me Can't you see me coming, Coming for You baby Coming there"

Native Son - Bryan Adams

"I've seen many moons through these wrinkled eyes The years have made me old but they've made me wise Now the white man lives where our rivers run For now better days have passed We walk the streets"

Settling Son - Less Than Jake

"Son, take it from me, it's in the little victories that keep you from shaking hands with defeat. Son, I tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be but the years go lightning fast that I just can't"

Irish Son - Westlife

"Verse 1 I was born in the heart of Dublin To a holy book full of rules Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools We were warped by the Christian Brothers In the cell blocks at our schools Get"

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