of endless green But we lie here and we search for stars Or big bad letters all the way from mars The sky is black and the moon is pale, and we cry for
hall's empty and cold The sacrifice made should not be done in vain Revenge will be taken by Rome We live a lie Under the dying moon Pale-faced laughs
must been an evening of joy" Guilt and Regret O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart Each morning like this they come, uninvited Pale
the mermaid son if you don't know how to swim If you don't know how to swim For her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale And I tell
Way down yonder on the bayou There lives a little girl-o Skin so pale Six feet high Skinny as a rail Just one eye She's the one-eyed Fiona She's the one
back from upstairs While you say your prayers And ask yourself, ?Was it really worth it?? Before Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect But you wasn't satisfied with the sisters
'm a rapper But I don't look like it, not one bit I'm short and thin with some pale ass skin Got one girlfriend, and I love her, With two sisters, a father
there. the doctors had finished, where were you now. they said it was bad, had to see for myself. no one to stop me, no nurses about. you looked so pale
astronaut, young Harvey Bloom Has landed on the moon My wife and I, we miss our little Harvey so Back here in New Rochelle That every single night, in the pale
, a shiver down her spine Erase memory be divine Why do you remain silent brother? Why don't you speak your mind sister? Why walk the path of
in the darkness Now hear the sisters' voice You are free to choose your fate Now make your choice Through the seven seas our quest goes Pale moon our
be That was an ineration level I was soon to be caught And tied in a knot for drillin a bitch I shouldn't of knocked But I'm chilling with sister street
me ashamed Found out that I'm a different shade when I'm in the second grade Abe Lincoln's play, they want me to portray a slave My momma's face went pale
Harvey Bloom, Has landed on the moon. My wife and I, we miss our little Harvey so, Back here in New Rochelle, That every single night, In the pale moonlight
me and you, Pale brother be a child, Of the dead lake I'll dive into, Our swamp is not too small for me and you, Could sister be a child, Of the dead
Doin' what comes naturally (doin' what comes naturally) You don't have to know how to read or write When you're out with a feller in the pale moonlight
Down around Biloxi Pretty girls are dancing in the sea They all look like sisters in the ocean The boy will fill his pale with salty water And the storms
're a queen Jane, it's a hard slog I'm a pale saint in your mad love You're the May Queen I'm the magpie We're the twin sisters We're the real dreamers