Lyrics:
long my heart was standing still
And when I got up I pitched myself to see if this was real
Then you came by and told me dear the same sweet Monday
See my hand is moving
Touching all that's real
And once it stroke the love's body
Now it claws the past
The scent of a flower,
The colors
it gone with the song that the orchestra played
With a sigh, with a glance at the moon above
Was it just by chance we spoke of love
Or did you
See my hand is moving
Touching all that's real
And once it stroke the love's body
Now it claws the past
The scent of a flower,
The colors
it fills me up to such a height
To know this is so very real and right
And I, thought love passed me by
But I must admit this is it!
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go make a mess of the bed we made this morning
Like the roofs been hit by hurricane
Throw those pillows on the hardwood
And tangle those sheets up
out a nightstick
And hurt me real real bad
By the roadside in a ditch
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under
I can see a steeple - surrounded by people
Oh how real it all starts to seem
Just as the choir is singing - my alarm starts ringing
It's the same
of the extreme
Of the unknown the newsboys' muttering
Becomes another murmuring the smell
Of medicine, a fragrantness not to be spoiled
The bed, the books,
hoping it's not too late to try again
It's you, sweet baby
Ever lost, I'm captured by your smile, sweet baby
I will always be right there by your side
Had some good times jumping ship
And showing up on shore
Just pocket change to get us by
A little bit of grease to help us slide
Give us a nickel
much)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it
here to spread the facts; newsboy
It’s not about we tho Christ is the hero
Blood ran red like flaming hot Cheetos
Then sin was a wrap like burritos
Yes
out a nightstick
And hurt me real real bad
By the roadside in a ditch
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under pressure
It's got me under
pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows
It's a hazy afternoon
I can't believe that it's real
The way that you make me feel
A burning deep down inside
A love that I cannot hide
I know it's you and me baby
king
They love him so that cat called Domino, Domino, Domino
Well the girls all think that he's a real gone guy
They all flip when he walks by
No day passes by no night without cry my whole world is hurt from now on
Each minute reveals heartbreak so real my whole world is hurt from now
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
trying to make me real
Make me of shit in a two-teenier deal
Make me of pornography in a pedophile wheel
Whatever I do, whatever I feel
By your
mind
And show you the colors that are real
Someone is waiting just for you
Spinning Wheel spinning true
Drop all you troubles by the river side
in how it should be, yeah, yeah
So why do we try to let love pass us by?
Worst than how we feel, the love is not for real
Do I continue living
Having a bad week?
Let me touch your cheek
I will always love you
Having your face hit
Having your lip split
By the one who loves you
Real
I took him by surprise
When I gave him one of my lines
She started smiling at me real fine
And that's when I said
Can I sit next to you, girl
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