Lyrics:
our bodies we'll pursue
I got you, the hell I'm s'posed to do?
Lay it out in the world to make a scene, beautiful in the way you make it seem
Cloud
Called some God's name in vain
For all of the moments I pass in the dark
Pulled under the water
Pulled out of your arms
Well I'd take those nights for
the night train comes
Open hearts and zipped down jeans
Our passion's stilted by the fear of being caught
Or fear of growing close and never letting go
I
shoulder and protect him through the day
Especially at night
He gets the feeling sum ain't right
He went on missions by his self he can not talk about last
or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
Ok cool
See you then
By my place, Around ten
That's the move
That's how we do
Let's rendezvous
Twenty Nine
Welcome to Violet (Yeah, Woo)
Who do you
regular trope this talk that I talk
Man it represents hope
Leng one that I bagged last night so gifted
Prolly why the sheets got soaked
Pissed off she ain't
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
the air
Like the late, late show
we'll start a lazy romance
Floating with the stars
Flowers, Paisley, indigo blue
Your friend last night
was so eager
talking all night
I ask, "You think we'll ever make it?"
You say, "I'm sure, if it's right"
And it's funny to think how stupid I used to be
Hope you
and prayers askin' of you
Well, guess what baby, I've got some good news
I had a talk with my boss
I took some time off
I'm comin' home for Christmas
rollin' through
Now we're out on the porch it's a hell of a view
Just to watch her as she rolls on by
And we'll sip a little rye and talk about the times
see if she remembers me
And by the look on her face I think she does
I could tell by her tone
Somewhere along the way she’d been told
Don’t talk
see if she remembers me
And by the look on her face I think she does
I could tell by her tone
Somewhere along the way she’d been told
Don’t talk
night
Just let the stars go by
Our wishes in the air
Angels in their glory
Smiling faces everywhere
Moving in a hurry
Christmas mood surrounds us
People
The troop is, bullets don't
Talk bribes stupid, they shoot shit
Another dark night, down it goes
Tread around the rabbit hole
Weapons to the heavens
a woman and talks like a man
Lola L-o-l-a Lola la-la-la-la Lola
We drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up
on let the saxophone man play a little
Make it lovely
[Treach]
You got beef well what we do talk to the bunny sunny
He's the man Bugs the thug
could get any righter, I’ve fallen in love with you
And when were older sitting by the fire, I hope that you still love me too
Talk to me baby, let me
rounded
Put my heart in this, now I'm well bounded
But it's Friday night
So I don't give a fuck
Put my middle finger and my arms up
Girls are gonna be
a toast by candlelight
Then we'll talk, but not for very long
Then we'll dance, but not for very long
For when I hold you, not a word will wake
no I ain't over you
But I'm doin' my best
Every day and every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't
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