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I remember the night that you gave me that picture I ought to
I've relived it so many times I
world is only 8 by 10)

(8 by 10, 8 by 10)

I remember the night that you gave me this picture.  I ought to - I've relived it so many times.  I
ever be sorry 
Make things nice as can be 
Live life so easily 

In love 
In love

I paint this picture by myself 
Never thought to ask for any
it ought to be
I set my mind free
Through the things I can see

Oh, can you feel the supernatural?
Can you feel the way He wants to love
In a life
you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into
When you find out things about yourself
That you hadn't ought to know
When your grandma calls and books you
On the Jerry Springer show
And you
and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm
and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue"
Yeah what
and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm
"Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I give ya that name
and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm
straight
That ought to hold them off, just long enough
I'll push this down inside

I know if we'd never met I'd be dead by now
I've been fucked up,
But it was Saturday night
I guess that makes it alright
And you say baby have you got enough gas

[Chorus]

A body like yours ought to be in jail
(Bob Regan/George Teren)

Throw away the book, forget about the rules, set aside your doubts
They don't apply now
Everything you know, all that's
how long we're gonna be around

Yeah you keep on telling me life is short
And it's hard to disagree with what you say
But if time is so precious why
and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm
how long it’s been
I just sent you a picture of me and Rover
Ten emojis, hungover
Baby, I’m lonely

Think George is coming by to help me kill some
players as well as song writers and singers in Memphis
Appreciate a little help on guitar, alright. Thank you Carl

Well,my daddy left home when I was three
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P

(You must be goin' blind)

Give me my
still ain't kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my