Lyrics:
our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh, yes
Those crazy
Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had
Get your kicks from the water produced by my eyes
You can play this forever, you can kill my heart
I won't be a part of it, it's gruesome and it's
Brown paper bag, a new empty bottle, sits by the bed on the floor
Rusty old motel, the plaster is falling, the wind's whipping under the door
There
Dis by da one and only WWFGAL
Round about now since dey say I am da sexiest man in jamica
And I will never grow old and da gals yes dey love me
I've got one more try, that's why I'm waiting
I don't know why the numbers don't comply
They're only interested in going by.
They're playing
this moon will rise
And in this stony night
I have to see your face
See the lines that make you old
Stony silence, touched by gold
Everything's
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed
pairs of socks, and a damn Rubik's cube
Motherfuckers be a fool, skipping school with snakes
Old dumb-ass nigga, can't pass the ties test
I suggest,
by pounding doves and dishes.
Delta Force plays on your old gray monitor.
Power Team breaks flaming blocks of cinder.
Sick of sickness. You're unkind
love your life
And live with your guilt
Consumed by hate and guilt
She'll never retire
Too old to fix
Too dead to ever acquire
Slit wrists - talk
like Chuck Close
I'm old school like Aztecs but new in other aspects
If you want sex with me be prepared for bad sex and slapstick
Even Chapstick won't
If you see my ears bleed
Been worked by disease
Once pristine clean now dirty
That pristine dream is now burning
It's all the same now that
home
Bring him home
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son
The summers die, one by one
How soon they fly, on and on
And I am
(Jim Armenti)
I've been called every bad name, some I can't name
By judges and lawyers and folks I never met
But my mother she called me Walker
the jar Jeff pense is callin'
Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth
Cause ya know how it's going down
Dro party with the magnolia
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
months are gonna have to go by
Before I see your skinny white self again?
You and I have seen love rise and fall like tiny empires
You're gonna make me
There's a story the gypsies know is true
That when your love wears golden earrings,
She belongs to you.
An old love story that's known to very
Dis by da one and only WWFGAL
Round about now since dey say i am da sexiest man in Jamaica
And i will neva grow old and da gals yes dey love me
Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had
World tired, bone weary
Can't stand another day of rain
Go shout your troubles to the mountains
But the mountains echo back, it's the same old
I am lost in the black chamber
There's no way to turn back
It takes me down forevermore
And death would be so sweet
I'm possessed by the old
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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