For you I would tattoo me With lines crossin' into a hand And a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the
You and me of the 10,000 wars Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores A bed to be made and a bed to lie in A hand in the darker side and our
Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They
I've taken, so many down I've helped them all to dismount I've followed, so many down I take their hand me downs All with hope, all with hope That emptiness
She won't recover from her losses She's not chosen this path but she watches who it crosses Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left So we can
near Proud nomad of the past Beware of yourself for your life won't last Proud nomad of the past Pride has killed a thousand men before you Proud nomad
to criticize To judge and burn the tribes? The world will be extinct And your flesh will rot with mine Nomad, nomad Nomad, nomad, nomad
NOMAD Holy, lord you lead me Heavy vibration, traveler Soul becoming Circle round the sun And I'm gone, moving, Down that open road, Lionize And eye the
Out of sight, do it The people rose and set off for the sun At night they read their star signs A people proud for they know their kingdom come Their
Back when I was young and crazy, as they say, But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah. Stole some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad. I get
make it last a little more if i'd only let that fire burn out of control so c'mon now nomadic you, nomadic me. i'm walking on my knees nomadic you, nomadic
strada che ho scelto per me dove tutto e degno di attenzione perche vive, perche e vero, vive il vero. Almeno tu che puoi fuggi via canto nomade
Nomade Dans le no man's land Ocean de sable mouvant Mille et un pas de poussiere m'entrainent Peu a peu Vers les hommes bleus Princes du desert Ils n'
I am the constant comings and goings of my selves. Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out
E passera?eh ehy La carovana nomade Si muovera?uh uooh Dal baltico al mediterraneo Se passera La carovana nomade Rimbombera? uh uooh Lo strano reggae
who I am boy Don?t know what I am Lord Mama, Please tell me, there?s a plan here Cos what I am, don?t wanna be A nomad woman I sometimes think I?m from
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