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Empty Chairs - Don McLean

"Words & Music by Don McLean I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane Like gypsy moths that"

Midnight Rocks - Al Stewart

"With your photographs of Kitty HawkAnd the bi-planes on your wallYOu were always Amy Johnson>From the time that you were small.No schoolroom kept you groundedWhile your thoughts could get awayYou were"

Flying Sorcery - Al Stewart

"With your photographs of Kitty Hawk And the biplanes on your wall You were always Amy Johnson From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept you grounded While your thoughts could get away You were"

Walking Through Fire - Mary Chapin Carpenter

"(Mary Chapin Carpenter) When you set a match to your heart, fueling it with bitterness and doubt That's the place that once it starts, no amount of tears can put out I know you're scared, but no one's"

Little Baby Nothing - Manic Street Preachers

"No one likes looking at you Your lack of ego offends male mentality They need your innocence To steal vacant love and to destroy Your beauty and virginity used like toys My mind is dead, everybody"

Electric Los Angeles Sunset - Al Stewart

"Shots split the night, a bullet lodged in his brain He must have died instantly, he felt no pain A crowd quickly gathered to the feast of the gun Waiting for the ambulance and cops to come Hm mmm mmm mmm"

Emerald Lies - Fish

"To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore I am"

Let's do it - Bad Religion

"When the little bluebird who has never said a word, starts to sing: spring When the little blue bell at the bottom of a dell, starts to ring: ding-dong, ding-dong When the little blue clerk in the middle"

Promised land - Avantasia

"Hey redeemerNow what's become on metaken in by promiseawakening in griefCollecting us like puppetsyou instrumentalizeA frigid trepidationin a million puppet eyesGod gave his word just to let us downWhere"

Spider in my room - Barenaked Ladies

"There's a spider in my room There's a spider in my room Then a voice above my head Said if that spider were made dead I'd better grow some fins 'cause It would make it easier to swim I don't like spiders"

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