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Come and go with me
to my father's house
to my father's house.
Come and go with me
to my father's house
to my father's house.
There'll be no cryin' there.
There'll be no dyin' there.
Come and go with me
to my father's house
to my father's house.
In my father's house.
There are so many mansions there.
If they were not true
you know I would have told you so.
I'm goin' to prepare a place for you
and where I go you can go there too.
Come and go with me
to my father's house
to my father's house.
Come and go with me
to my fat
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I touched your graceful body in my darkest fantasies
I told you everything but you never knew how to please
Du, Du gabst mir alles, was mein Herz begehrt
Und Du, Du bist die Lust, und Du hast mich nur gequält
I feel your body's skin don't tease me with your eyes
It's like a taste of sin red lips tell only lies
Du, Du gabst mir alles, was mein Herz begehrt
Und Du, Du bist die Lust, und Du hast mich nur gequält
It's like a taste of sin, it's like a taste of sin
You're my sinful queen, it's like a taste of sin
Ich sterbe schon, Ich sterb
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Growing up on Cinnamon Street
Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet
It´s seven o´clock,the breakfast treat
now the schoolbus is here,hurry up and grab a seat
all the dreams are tiny ones,another just has just begun on Cinnamon Street.
There was a boy on Cinnamon Street
the same age as me,we shared the curiosity
he won my heart cos he could play guitar
well he promised me heaven at once and later all the stars
but it all remained the same cos things can never change on Cinnamon Street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we ma
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Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you're set
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here
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