by my side The times we shared, the good and bad, were the best I've ever had, the best years of my life... For we were dancing in the midnight sun
from this mess To dance all the night in the midnight sun that is my dream the drops lick my skin I dance with the wind it blows me away Du ser hu som danse
my head Wounded heart Wounded life But I still hope to see sometime... ...Dancing in the midnight sun I wait for you there... It is so unfair... Dancing in the midnight sun
me from this mess To dance all the night in the midnight sun that is my dream the drops lick my skin I dance with the wind it blows me away Du ser hu som danse
the down low so where we go? We take the night cat stop for the cabrones show and here's the point I stop reciting start to dance instead I heared the
out to a different year Phoebus Apollo played on his lyre While we danced to the music of the sphere And as the moon went down and the sun came up With
day a beginning Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed They warm and excite us 'Cause we have the brightest love Two lights that shine as one Morning glory and midnight sun
got back my letters Ages ago Your address unknown I pass a stranger Who had your eyes Or was it you We ran through the graveyard To catch to midnight sun We danced
Cold sweat, sweat it out In the land of the midnight sun Walk it off, sort it out, figure out What you're running from I'm all alone on the outside of
children just love to dance Listen boys, I hear thunder Rolling up from a way down under There's a flash on the horizon Like a midnight sun arising
you to make you mine At Champs A?lysA©es, at Champs A?lysA©es If it's raining or if sun is shining, if it's noon or midnight You have anything you want
sang, we danced And we even not thought about kissin' (Embracin') On the Champs Elysees, on the Champs Elysees Under the sun, under the rain, at midday or midnight
in front of like twelve numbers on your cell that's me callin to tell you that I ain't at home (yeah) I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the
witness doom Grab the squirmy, filthy goat And shove the dresser down his throat I must quickly use my gift Next to work the midnight shift Drinking
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
swing in the morning sun I gotta face the hangman Gotta pay for what I done Said I gotta face the hangman Or by the noose I swing in the morning sun
't we talk about something else instead? We've got mars on the horizon, says the national midnight star (It's true) What you believe is what you are A pair of dancing
