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When talking about Jim Morrison facts you can't bypass the already well known fact that he is part of the 27 club. A club that you don't want to be...
Eu encontrei uma ilha nos seus braços
Um país em seus olhos
Braços que nos acorrentam, olhos que mentiram
have a cigar
Mr Mojo Risin'
Come with me, my dear friend, till the end, the very end. Show the crow your bloody hand, bury flesh into the sand.
See the stars in stormy sky, tell me truth as sweet as lies, gimme a piece of cherry pie, dance and laugh when ought to cry.
Hordes made of glass plunder your mind and fill your chest with a blue wine. You need to go to Lonely Pine and find the start at finish line.
Shut up your mouth and ride the snake. The snake is long, as long as lake. And all the fears you have to take, but easy, boy, they're only fake.
Call up a girl, Madonna style, and pray with ‘er just for a while to all the gods, to all the Nine and blame the tenth - the god of mine.
Hear all the ghosts in Shrieking Shack, at evening mourning dress all in black and keep the knife behind your back, infect my soul with deadly plague.
You are a Lord, you are a slave, you’re kinda me, as sick as brave. Put back the all, the all you have and jump with me into the cave.