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Eighteen yellow roses came today
Eighteen yellow roses in a pretty bouquet
When the boy came to the door
I didn t know what to say
But, eighteen yellow roses came today.

I opened up the card to see what it said
I couldn t believe my eyes
When I had read
Though you belong to another I love you anyway
Yes, eighteen yellow roses came today.

I never doubted your love for a minute
I always thought that you would be true
But now this box and the flowers in it
I guess there s nothin left for me to do.

But ask to meet the boy that s done this thing
And find out if he s got plans to buy you a ring
cause eighteen yellow roses
Will wilt and die one day ...

But... a father s love will never fade away
Will never fade away...

Think about The good things
Think about the bad things too
Something happens in between
Something like good feeling
Somethings getting hot when you rock it up Somethings getting hot when you rock it up Somethings getting hot when you rock it up

(Chorus)...

Here standeth I.
Mighty and unbreakable.
My shadow is the darkness, of this land.
All folk fear me...
My windows are few...
Shining with the power, of uncountable ages...
Within me happen all...
Magic spells are cast.
All power dwelleth in me.
I am the doom of all.
For I...

You ve been hanging round
With an enemy of the state

Come with me to the building
That no one stops to watch

(chorus)
C mon bleed
C mon bleed
C mon bleed
Bleed for me

We...

Engines are running our blood burns like oil, head one by
one down the highway
Tires are screaming leave trails on the road, the sirens of
death coming your way

We ll always be one step ahead, we ll not fall back

Pedal to metal rock hard ride free, the philosophy of a rider
Don t...

Attero!
Dominatus!
Berlin is burning
Denique!
Interimo!
The reich has fallen

We stand at the gates of Berlin
With two and a half million men
With six thousand tanks in our ranks
Use them as battering rams

Artillery leading our way
A million grenades has been launched
The nazis must pay for their crimes
The wings of the eagle has been broken

Marshall Zhukov...