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jzt Lapdance Blvd. Feat. Brotha Bum
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Pneumatic-Coma Passi Dolce
Aye Mommia! HAHH! HAHHAHAHAHA! (Aye Mami Dance with Me) (Ehi, Mami, Balla Con Mia.) Balla così, così, Muovi, Muovi Balla Così, Così, Muovi, Muovi Il Collo, Fai Così Balla Così, Così, Tutta La Notte Fino a Lunedì Balla Così, Così, Il Collo, Fai Così Balla Così, Così, Tutta La Notte Fino a Lunedì Luci Blu, Luci Rosse Nuove, Sopra Fosse Passi Dolci, Bocche Grosse Soldi Pochi, Pose Grosse Gira, Gira Ayye Mommia! HAHH! HAHHAHAHAHA! Come Un Disco Che Sospira Vibra, Vibra Mentre Il Basso Ci Tira Ayye mommia Che Fantasia La Pista Brucia Come Magia Che Poesia La Tua Figura È Geometria Balla Così, Così, Balla Così, Così, Muovi, Muovi— Muovi, Muovi— Muovi Il Collo, Fai Così Balla Così, Così, Tutta la Notte Fino a Lunedì Balla Così, Così Muovi, Muovi— Il Collo, Fai Così Balla Così, Così, Tutta La Notte Fino a Lunedì Come un disco Che Sospira Vibra, Vibra Mentre Il basso Ci Tira Ayye mommia! Che Fantasia La Pista Brucia Come Magia Che Poesia La Tua Figura È Geometria Dolce Come Caramella Brilli Più Di Una Stella Y una estela Vino Rosso Nella Cella Della Pista Più Ribella Giro Corto Passo Stretto Tutto Quanto Sembra Perfetto Cuore Acceso Petto Aperto Batti Il Tempo Mai Scoperto Hahahaha… Come un disco Che Sospira Vibra, Vibra Mentre Il basso Ci Tira Ayye mommia! Che Fantasia La Pista Brucia Come Magia Che Poesia La Tua Figura È Geometriamore
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Neverworld
[Verse] (Verse 1) Dust motes dance in the Louisiana sun, a legacy stained and spun A house of shadows, whispers of the dead, a name etched in my head Father's ghost in every creaking stair, a stranger's fortune, a chilling prayer She glides through hallways, eyes like midnight blooms, a housekeeper's daughter, chasing off the gloom. Her touch a spark, a dangerous, sweet heat, a melody my lonely heart can beat. [Chorus] Neverworld, where the bayou breathes secrets in the night Neverworld, caught between the darkness and the light His journal whispers, a resurrection's plea, voodoo drums beat wild inside of me. In the moon's cold gleam, where forbidden desires creep Neverworld, promises the soul it cannot keep. [Verse] "Don't cross the river," her voice a velvet plea, "Tonk's Place will swallow you, just like he." But whispers of forbidden fruit, a father's shadowed, twisted root Draw me closer to the murky flow, where fireflies pulse and dark intentions grow. Beyond the mist, a crimson, pulsing gleam, a phantom ship sailing a fever dream. The air is thick with jasmine and despair, a siren's call, a serpent in her hair. [Chorus] Neverworld, where the bayou breathes secrets in the night Neverworld, caught between the darkness and the light His journal whispers, a resurrection's plea, voodoo drums beat wild inside of me. In the moon's cold gleam, where forbidden desires creep Neverworld, promises the soul it cannot keep. [Bridge] Skin on skin, a ritual begun, beneath the spell of a forgotten sun. Exotic rites and shadows deep and long, a father's hunger in a lover's song. Is it her touch or his spirit taking hold? A tale of bodies, bought and darkly sold. Each thrust a promise, each gasp a binding thread, Bringing back the living, or raising up the dead? [Solo] [Guitar solo - Haunting, melodic, then increasingly frenetic and distorted] [Chorus] Neverworld, where the bayou breathes secrets in the night Neverworld, caught between the darkness and the light His journal whispers, a resurrection's plea, voodoo drums beat wild inside of me. In the moon's cold gleam, where forbidden desires creep Neverworld, promises the soul it cannot keep. [Outro] He’s in my blood, her scent on my own breath In Tonk's embrace, defying life and death. The drums still pounding, a whisper from the grave, Neverworld... the soul it couldn't save.more
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