ترانه:
Midnight Sons

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few beacons But through the fog We'll keep on beaming Through the crying hours of your glittering years All the living out of your tinsel tears And the midnight

Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings Sexy sirens in dreams of king Stephen killer mike Mad stalking midnight

him who it was and he said someone I only see in dreams Comforts me when I cry myself to sleep Woman:Father of the fatherless Be with your sons and

thinkin' I was there There's high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight

around, they want you, they love you They need to be your midnight man Everybody's coming, everybody's coming Everybody's coming around to be your midnight man To be your midnight

around, they want you, they love you They need to be your midnight man Everybody's coming, everybody's coming Everybody's coming around to be your midnight man To be your midnight

Hell, yeah The scent of Zenith clogs the midnight air You look around to see yourself and stare Hot knives, you know you're not alone The thunder burst