Ian Gillan Band - Mercury high
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Maybe I can see at night
Maybe I can touch the sky
A few feet above the ground
A few more with every bound
Got to get higher, got to get higher
No-one can see me trying
Dreaming of flying
I going to find my life in the light of the night
I m going to dream my dream when you re all out of sight
Then I can be who I want I can fly in the sky
Really feel a mercury high
Running thru a crowded street
Faster than a lightning streak
With each step the night is brighter
With each step I m feeling lighter
Got to get higher, got to get higher
No-one can see me trying
Dreaming of flying
I run - I fly - I reach the sky
My feet - have wings
Now it s easy watch me fly
Wheeling in the open sky
A few feet above the crowd
A few miles above the cloud
Got to get higher, got to get higher
Everyone see me flying
Flying
Inne utwory
Bad news Smoke on the water Bite the bullet Message in a bottle Nervous Clear air turbulence Puget sound Lay me down Child in time Of the Lucitania express My baby loves me Unchain your brain Hang me out to dry Roller Poor boy hero Mad elaine Fighting man Slages to bitches Future shock Losowe utwory
I thought it was over, baby
We said our goodbyes
But I can t go a day without your face
Goin through my mind
In fact, not a single minute
Passes without you in it
Your voice, your touch, memories of your love
Are with me all of...
(Qu est ce qui t a pris)
J m y voyais déjà
En allant chez toi
La nuit avec toi
Oh ! Rends-toi chez moi
Tu m avais dit ca
En m tenant les doigts
Qu est-ce qui t a pris
Z każdym żółknącym brzozy liściem
I z każdym wiśni nowym kwiatem
Mniej jest czekania na me przyjście
Przychodzę z pierwszym zmierzchem lata
Skądś przed ostatnim tchnieniem trema
I przed tym co się zaraz stanie
Nic się nie stało, nic już nie ma
Przychodzę z wiosny rozkwitaniem
Nim raz ostatni głębiej...
Burn Away The Shade
Where Babies Were Born And Played
In The Corporate Eyes
These Murdering Machines
Seeds Of Destruction
Feeding Their Hate
Slowly Killing Indians
As They Burn Thier Sacred Place
Opress
Depress
Famine
Asphyxiation
No Air To Breath
Buried Without A Name
As They Spread Disease
It s All The Same
Burn Away The Shade....
...
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