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Tarja Turunen  Doro Pesch  Walking With The Angels Live

Sometimes they wonder why I am not afraid All this thunder and all this heavy rain And they wonder Yes, they wonder, yeah they do Sometimes they wonder if I will ever break All these burdens and all this heavy pain And they wonder Yes, they wonder but I don't There is a power, not from this world I found a power, a higher power I'm walking with an angel I'm talking with an angel too I'm walking with the angels And they pull me through the darkness too I've been traveling a dark and deadly road Sometimes so lonely but never real alone No wonder, I've been under The wings of a godly soul I'll tell you secrets that I found out for sure I'll wanna show you there's help and guidance too Oh, don't wonder, no don't wonder I can prove that it's true There is a power not from this world I found a power, a higher power I'm walking with an angel I'm talking with an angel too I'm walking with the angels And they're watching over me, it's true There is a power, not from this world I found a power, a higher power I'm walking with an angel I'm talking with an angel too I'm walking with the angels And they're watching over me and you I'm walking with the angels I'm talking with the angels And they're watching over me and you I'm talking with the angels I'm walking with the angels too I'm talking with the angels Walking with the angels I'm talking with the angels too Walking with the angels

Personal Jesus

Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown You're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Pick up the receiver, I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Pick up the receiver, I'll make you a believer I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out, reach out Reach out and touch faith

Sleep walking

Walking in my shoes

I would tell you about the things they put me through The pain I've been subjected to But the Lord himself would blush The countless feasts laid at my feet Forbidden fruits for me to eat But I think your pulse would start to rush Now I'm not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes You'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoes Morality would frown upon Decency look down upon The scapegoat fate's made of me But I promise now, my judge and jurors My intentions couldn't have been purer My case is easy to see I'm not looking for a clearer conscience Peace of mind after what I've been through And before we talk of any repentance Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes You'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes Now I'm not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes You'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes You'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes

I Can Dance

Malcom McLaren  Walking With Satiempg

Tracing back my steps in time All I do is think about you Charlotte And the love is left behind I first saw Paris in Soho when I was thirteen Sitting on a coffin drinking coffee I wore black on black with negative feelings I often go to Paris to live yesterday tomorrow Because Paris is a place of dreams Francoise Hardy, tous les garcons et les filles Juliette Greco, Jeanne Moreau and Catherine Deneuve And I'm walking with Eric Satie Along the boulevards of Paris in the springtime Un orchestre d'oiseaux, every so often breaks This map of feelings Drifting through these landscapes of love Watching strays from Pere Lacheise Can you hear the cats purr? Can you hear the master? Stone against their velvet fur Girls who travel the metro Stroking white mice they carry in their pockets Lost in a day dream Daydreaming to be loved by someone Hurtling myself down into the metro A train of Latin percussion Turns my day into night The rhythm of life 

The constant arguments between lovers He wants to listen to the news She wants to listen to the music

The Bootzilla Orchestra

In my black tights just throwing shade Doing this dance that some queen made I remember the first time I saw it Told my brother to put me up on it It wasn′t easy - no: one, two, three Took a long time to learn to feel free But here I am Vogueing pretty In some club deep in this city Laah, la, la Laah, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laah, la, la (Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue) (Deep in Vogue) (Imagine yourself runway modelling...) (In freeze frame at the ball) (That's what they call: Vogueing) It wasn′t easy - no: one, two, three Took a long time to learn to feel free But here I am Vogueing pretty In some club deep in this city (Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue) (Vogueing is like a challenge dance) (Instead of fighting you take it out on the dance floor)  Are there anymore?) (Sometimes on a legendary night like the closing of The Garage) (When the crowd is falling down on their spirits) (Listen and you will hear the footsteps of all the houses that have walked there before) (Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue) (Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue) (Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue) (The House of Extravaganza, the House of Ebony, the House of Dupree... who the hell are they?) (You know that they're somebody when they're in that little ballroom!)

Waltz Darling

A sweet tuxedo girl you see Queen of ball society Fond of fun as Fun as fond can be When it's on the strict Q.T. I'm not too young I'm not too old Not too timid Not too bold Just the kind you like to hold Just the kind for sport I'm told Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world I'm a blushing bud of innocence Says Papa at a big expense Old maids say "I have no sense" Boys declare I'm just immense Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world For my song I do conclude I want it strictly understood Though fond of fun, I'm never rude Though not too bad I'm not too good Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Hell's a poppin' When I'm waltzing In my stockings Hell's a poppin' in the whole wide world Never put your hands on a man except in dancing Whispering, giggling at the same time have no place In good society Don't think you can be rude to anyone and escape Wh-wh-whispering is always rude Don't hang on to anyone for support Don't stand or walk with your chest held in and Your hips forward in an imitation of a reverse letter S