Lyrics:
All of the stars may fall from the sky
The moon might fail to rise, the sun may disappear
But there's one thing you simply can't do
You can't take
weightless as a stone
Have you lost the same things I have lost?
Do you know that panic I know?
And would I see the terror in your face?
Do you know that
living by the sword.
It's even harder to be heartless when you look at me that way.
You're as mighty as the flower that will grow the stones away.
Oooooh
Can you hear me now? (x4)
Yeeeeeaaahhhhhh
Am I coming through? (x2)
Is it sweet and pure and true?
Devil came by this morning,
said
I'm not made of stone or of steel
I slipped it beneath the wiper blades
Just a note on a windshield
When you find yourself out of things
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
allegiance
To anyone but me
No, I won't put up with that
Hide and protected, send him away
I'll never play this game
Stand by your savior, one thing
diamond chain is on still nothing set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't
wed"
Golden ring with one tiny little stone
Shining ring, now at last it's found a home
By itself it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make
unkind
De de de de de de de de de de de de
De de de de de de de de de de de
I walk the lonely streets
I watch the people passing by
I used to smile
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
I met this guy
He was always on the floor
But he's dancing by himself
I don't know why
'cause he's lookin' hot to death
So I
Began to think
If
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Or the right to blame you girl I don't have much at all
I still got you picture taped to the dashboard
On the mantle right by the front door you
Said if you
prevail, if you get this mail
Know the last thing that I
Think of will be you
I've seen storms erasing every dream I knew
But this danger I'm facing is
in a parkin' lot
Harriet Hendershot
Sunglasses on, she waits by this
Glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home.
Skin, that
And sometimes when I'm reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they'll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again
And I wish I
A river of stone, wild and lonely.
Can you show me, what lies beyond?
Take me where they don't know me?
By tomorrow morning, I'll be gone.
Some got
don't have a curtain
Made of iron or stone
We are not divided by a wall
So come on tell me
Hey, hey, hey
From L.A. to Broadway
Hey, hey, hey
Let
was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got
Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now
Lookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing
Never go brazy when you're deep inside the pink
I'm lowkey
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