Lyrics:
way
To make a sad night end
If my mind was being read
She made a natural move
As if I'd said
Wanted to slow dance
My mind is on romance
But you're the type to defeat the hardest obstacles
Put in front of you
You are the toughest in the room
And I know that love will get us through
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks, loose on the streets of the city
Walking
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks, loose on the streets of the city
Walking
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Labeled as freaks, loose on the streets of the city
Walking
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill
End Of The Road
Well the way is dark
The night is long
I don't care if I never get home
I'm waiting
At the end of the road
Well
you're a bunny
Well I might've guessed
You been to see a specialist
I remember you said
That we gotta keep abreast of time
But obviously you don't know
extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a S.O.S.
Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnet your outfit
It's a dead-end Street, I play for keeps release,
I don't care if I never get home
I'm waiting
At the end of the road
You can jump in my Ford and give it some gas
Flip out the front, don't
the moon
What the heck we don't want no moon
I'm waiting
At the end of the road
You can jump in my Ford and give it some gas
Pull out the front, don't
or giving compressions
Breathing specialists best friends to your lungs
Respiratory care week twenty- twenty one
RTs on the front lines still number one
It is now time for the 8th stage of the race as the riders good in hills will see their chance
De Gendt the breakaway specialist out in the front
right now son?
(Word, what he doin out here?)
Son we got drama with that nigga
Be tryin to fuckin front last week
(What, that kid out there? Yo, I
chosen,
Never easy to be called,
Standing on the front line when the bombs start to fall,
I can see the Heavens,
But I still hear the flames calling out
If you have any checked bags
They will be brought to the front of the station
To get to the front,
Walk down to the south end of the platform
Rollerskaters one on front and one behind
Bounce left, bounce right
To the end of the groove
This funky kinda music
Oh it makes you wanna move
Rollerskaters
I don't care if I never get home
I'm waiting
At the end of the road
You can jump in my Ford and give it some gas
Flip out the front, don't
Ooh, babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe
To put through the shredder
In
Ooh, babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe
To put through the shredder
In
Neither the moon
What the heck we don't want no moon
I'm waiting at the end of the road
You can jump in my Ford and give it some gas
Pull out the front
at my front door
I shouldn't cry but I do, like an ordinary fool
When his ordinary dreams fall through
When a road I walked before
Ends alone at my front
on a thin line
Straight off the front line
Take a look at my face, see what it's doing to me
Taught me how to shoot to kill
A specialist with a deadly
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