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The Sound Desire

The desire? We will wait For the night We will wai t For desire. Bittersweet Laugh and cry Tears that taste Of desire. Hunted down Through the days Caught in nets Of desire

It's hard to believe, Where we are now. Your hand in mine, babe, Feels right somehow. the night is so still So don't make a sound. Cause its almost

Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds like she's singing, ?Ooo, ooo, ooo? Just like the white winged dove sings a song Sounds like she's

Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound

I was tanding at the fireplace thinking of my own desire which seemed to offer me no place to go, when I heard a little giggle, sounding like some silly

on rock Shoot me up, baby, make me high And hit the jackpot in the heat of the night Wanna kiss your lips, wanna move your hips See my desire in your

Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book of Eli, to all my subscribers play the two doors, street car named desire

, I'm just a crack With no intent or stash Pour gasoline on the vault just to burn the cash I swear to God I'd never heard a better sound coming out Than

No equation To explain the division of the senses No sound to reflect The radiance of time In the beginningest dream Halls of disorder Where we are swept