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Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me And speak but don’t pretend I won’t defend you anymore you see It aches in every bone, I’ll die alone, but not for you My eyes don’t need to see that ugly thing, I know it’s me you fear If you want me hold me back Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, “You’ll be the death of me” I don’t need a friend, I need to mend so far away So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can’t stay too long It aches in every bone, I’ll die alone, but not for pleasure I see my heart explode, it’s been eroded by the weather here If you want me hold me back Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, “You’ll be the death of me” Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, “You’ll be the death of me” Hold your eyes closed, take me in Hold your eyes closed, take me in Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, “You’ll be the death of me” Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, “You’ll be the death of me”
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