Metal & Hard Rock
AND MEN WHO HOLD
HIGH PLACES
MUST BE THE ONES WHO START
TO MOLD A NEW REALITY
CLOSER TO THE HEART
I DREAM ABOUT
THE SUMMER DAYS
LOVE IN THE SUN
AND LONELY DAYS
RUNNING WILD
WHEN ME AND THE BOYS
HIT THE STREETS
RUN TO ME
AND DON'T
GIVE ME NO LIP
MAYBE IT'S NOT TO LATE
TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE
AND FORGET ABOUT HATE
WHOA,
HERE COMES THAT
FUNNY FEELING INSIDE
OH, THEY COME AROUND
'CAUSE I MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD
BUT IN THE
FATAL PORTRAIT
MY SPIRIT
CAME TO LIFE AGAIN
WHEN WE MAKE LOVE IT'S HARD TO TELL IF YOUR DREAMING OF ME OR SOMEONE ELSE THAT DRUNKEN KISS SEEMS LIKE A LIE DON'T SAY IT'S FO...