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for every man With a woman weaving him wampum By the light of ... for every man With a woman weaving him wampum By the light of ... crimson sun Sweet wise woman weaving him wampum By the light of

... So, what are you weaving there marionette Keepin' ... a silhouette So what are you weaving there marionnette ... So ... what are you weaving there marionnette ... Say a

the grass Down along the weaving pass Follow me Follow ... the grass Down along the weaving path Follow me Follow ... the grass Down along the weaving path Follow me Follow

paper True in one trip, it's weaving in And I wait for later Who ... paper True in one trip, it's weaving in And I wait for later Who

her days in solitude, weaving garments for the pleasure of ... princess had neglected her weaving and the great king became

are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream, Like thoughts ... You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream, Like thoughts ... You are an ocean of waves, weaving a dream, Like thoughts

world? What is the maker of weaving the destiny? Who is dying on ... world? What is the maker of weaving the destiny? Who is dying on ... world? What is the maker of weaving the destiny? Who is dying on

They seem to live in Panavision On a TV screen or in a non-stop dream UNIDENTIFIED MEN I think it ain’t just At the first glance, I knew there was no chance...

The reeds and brass have been weaving Leading into a single note

Into us our dreams were weaving. Once, all dreams were worth

nerves on the bring Dogging, weaving, trying to find a way through

of leaving it, Ev'ryone weaving it, Coming on strong all the

The stars in the sky out weaving a heavenly cloud The secrets

over here they need wool For weaving their baby's new clothes But

I got a web of my very own weaving I know where I belong and

Oh, Vienna The music is weaving Haunting notes, pizzicato

back to the nomadic Way of weaving through the damage Mindful, ... A spirited lyricist weaving around false prophecies A

home from bars and weaving closets full of stuttered

in your sock Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn ... in your sock Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn ... in your sock Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn

broken I´ve become From the weaving of my pain. Curse my life

as we find We are connected weaving our lives Now we're

Harps in undertone, weaving oldest might Pitching spells

time You will find haromony weaving A tapestry woven with threads

us Sea-birds, they circled - weaving, above us They, they watched

upon the strings like fire weaving a spell of my burning desire

certain disguise That you're weaving And I can tell by the mist

quick spider weaving Keeping the web alive and

by Casting his shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes,

ever, stung by love Still weaving, still believing yesterday's

walks by Casting his shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes,

loving dangerously You’re weaving all over my heart Now I

its skin Watch Spring weaving the silk Enchanted by

and cross this way They're weaving out into the street It seems

now by the web that you're weaving [Bridge] [Chorus]

above our heads they are weaving giant currents around the

build a home with our roots weaving underground Commitment had

The wind of passion swiftly weaving over your soul Bless the ... The wind of passion swiftly weaving over your soul Bless the

of leaving it everyone's weaving it coming on strong all the

wisps of sparkly light weaving through the walls..

me life ever changing weaving destiny and it feels like

your call Sweet words softly weaving My eyes are open and

the crooked Colorado Runs weaving and winding The slow San

her legs in air, Succubus weaving her spell Consumed by her

To many Dark Travellers weaving our own Tattered webs

driving with my eyes closed, weaving like I'm blind. You can't be

our lost Whispering words, weaving worlds Her time has come,

No don't you worry about me weaving I'll be alright Show me the

head He spends all his time weaving his web Every time that he

Bitter white pills say no weaving through justice to hide what

hand The dying mother weaving bulrushes Along the Nile