80.000 IVES aufoli
80.000 IVES aufoli
80.000 IVES aufoli
80.000 IVES aufoli
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Tigers
Thank you so much, I appreciate it.
The year is 1999.
I make a promise for the 1999 party.
This year it's the music of Fortwood.
This year it's the music of Fortwood.
We're standing on the edge.
On the edge of time.
On the edge of time.
And it is dark.
It is dark.
It is dark.
It is dark, so dark on the edge of time.
And we're tired of making love.
We are the lost.
We are the ravaged.
We are the unkind.
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.
And we're tired of making love.
Where are our fathers?
Where are our children?
Where is desire?
It's cold.
So cold at the edge of time.
Where is our joy?
Where is our hope?
Where is our hope?
Where is our fire?
It's cold.
So cold at the edge of time.
We are the lost.
We are the undying.
We are the lost.
We are the betrayed
We are betrayed
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The veterans of a savage truth
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The victims of a thousand psychic wars
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired
We're tired
We're tired
We're tired
We're tired of making love