Lyrics:
you gotta give in
Pick up the pieces, start over again
Your friends still love you, but where have you been?
Now nothing's impossible, I've found for when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.
Don't lose
And I will pick you up
Over mountains high
Together we'll walk over the bridge
There's a place where you can go
Lay your head down comfortable
like 865-409-1021
Yeah, one last time, don't think twice
Girl, just pick it up and come over
Give the bedroom door a little closure
I know I told you
Yeah, I ain't lookin' for nothin' serious
Oh, but if I was"
He can't be afraid to get his white truck muddy
He gotta pick me over all of his buddies
The occasional moments that he'll always bless
Watching her dress
For worse of better
He watched her pick over her broken playthings
What played on his mind
must have playmates
Choose your side play guitar (???) but play to win
Don't be sad if you loose it it isn't over
Pick your side and begin the game
Come on, baby, to a drive-in show
I know just the very place to go
I'll be over, pick you up at eight
This will be our very first date
When
Come on, baby, to a drive-in show
I know just the very place to go
I'll be over, pick you up at eight
This will be our very first date
When
the wrong Range Rover
Take my flow to Chicago
Think it's time I go
(Where does the time go)
I'm in the sky hoe
Pick it up and start all over
Ima pick it up
you reach me one more time
But that's enough uh
Your love was breaking the law, but I needed a witness (oh oh)
So pick me up when it's over, it
up (ho, pop that pussy pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up (bitch bend it over pick it up)
Pick it up, pick it up (whoa whoa whoa whoa
Falling to pieces all over the ground
Pick up the pieces you found on the ground
Falling to pieces all over the ground
Pick up the pieces you found
I pick the 'Rari over the 'Ghini, uh (Blatt)
I got a bitch late night, pick her up
Ain't want 'em to see me (yeah)
I got a, swappin' that spit off
Pick me over him
Let the loser win
I have so many things I wanna say
But don't know how to communicate
Pick me over him
Let the loser win
I'm
that you are true
I'd still pick my friends over you
My friends over you
Please tell me everything
That you think that I should know
About all
watched her pick over her broken playthings
What played on his mind is not love
The cast aside tokens and discarded rings
Over one of his flings, but
the fear
I'm not prepared yet
And when we pick over the past we glorify it
Oh my, my, my, my
I hope I wasn't wasted, wasted
And I, I hope I didn't
shoot, I don't care, you can come over here
I can come over there
And pick you up, that's right
On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do
that you are true
I'd still pick my friends over you
My friends over you
Please tell me everything
That you think that I should know
About all
got dead presidents
I pick three stacks over 300 friends
I pick three stacks over 300 friends
I pick three stacks over 300 friends
I pick three stacks
to do and there's nothing to say
Until the man of her dreams comes along picks her up and puts her over his shoulder (shoulder)
It seems so unlikely in
Two-lane
Shinin' in the july dust
Heat risin' off the road
Out in front of my truck
Pulled my pick-up over the hill
Down the slide gravel
OVER THE RAINBOW / LIOR PICK
Time flies
Over the rainbow
Time flies
Over the sun
Time flies
Over the rainbow
Time flies
Beautiful sound
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