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Golden Earring Keeper Of The Flame

From the Album: * Keeper of the flame Mother mother, gotta understand, That mother mother we've got murder on our hands. Your sons

From the Album: * Keeper of the flame I'm up & you're kinda low Are you provin', that you don't want me no more Mixed up and I'm all alone And

There's a heartache come over me Can't be imagination I worry and I cry for you Guess I'll have to learn to live with it A heartache hauntin' me Feels

Daylight gone, nighttime come I hear the executioner's song And I, I say my prayer The color of darkness, wages of sin Crime of innocence A case of doubt

From the Album: * Keeper of the flame I believe that all around, we're all waiting for a sound that will break the barriers down, and will make us all

just like a little Rambo You can challenge the world And you'll never know that a wind will blow And it's gonna be cold But you'll always keep on singin

It was a night like any other night As it moved into a new day Came up to a crossroad Colors turnin' to grey You had troubles way back home So you had

Every time when the night falls I can feel my temperature risin' Every time when the night calls And the moon seems to be smilin' Yeah, don't talk about

Daylight gone, nighttime come I hear the executioners song and I, I say my prayer The colour of darkness, wages of sin Crime of innocence A case of doubt