Lyrics:
never turns to
hate)
always suffers the wound, never turns
from love
never turns to hate
saved by the river now
always suffers
my driveway
And his loving her is gettin' in my way
His loving her is a gettin' in my way
No I don't want to have to hurt him but I may
His time
woke up on the wrong side of his bed
And it just don't matter now
As little by little we gave you everything you ever dreamed of
Little by little
that I loved
Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough
A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes
This is why they shouldn't kill off
Breeding love
Windstorm promised
The teeth strained
Eyes see glory
Rings end in slow
Death wash out
Your wound, rings
End in slow death
Don
Tupac Shakur"
"Meanwhile, in 2Pac news, at about six forty-five tonight
Shakur may have lowered his own chances of surviving the attack
By checking
their guilty stains
Lose all their guilty stains
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, tho' vile as he
Wash
They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked, she must have took it bad
The workers come
cry
(Tomorrow) Your broken heart will mend
(Tomorrow) He'll kiss your tears goodbye
Tomorrow (tomorrow) he'll take you by the hand
And you will
Burl Ives - I've got no use for women
I have got no use for the women, a true one may never be found.
They'll stick by a man for his money and when
man, I raised his kids
I know my man better than he knows himself (uh, what?)
I can easily understand why you're attracted to my man
But you don
A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest
our last thought?
Do you think it's coming soon?
Will it be of comfort
Or the pain of a burning wound?
All we are trying to say
Is we are all
been on the web lately
Says maybe she'll be my Gwen Stacy, to spite her man
And I know she's using me to try to play him, I don't care
Hi Suzanne, but
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang,
He grew up in some forgotten midwest town
His mama raised him well
Barely getting by, but he'd be okay
As far as he could tell
Oh, the plant in
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and
None come back.
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac.
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang,
I walk by your house
To see if you were at home
It was my only chance
I felt so alone
It always seems
I get so wound up
To feel so let down
woke up on the wrong side of his bed
And it just don't matter now
As little by little we gave you everything you ever dreamed of
Little by little
So sweetly perfumed
And poor Mark Antony's
Senses were drowned
And his future was doomed
He was blinded by love
The Philistines paid
This is another public service announcement
Brought to you in part by Slim Shady (tell 'em I don't give a fuck)
Slim Shady does not give a fuck
This is another public service announcement
Brought to you in part by Slim Shady (tell 'em I don't give a fuck)
Slim Shady does not give a fuck
And the crowd held their breath
As he flirted with death
And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark
And trying to hide
The wound in his side
He walked
.JPG/222px-Arve_Moen_Bergset_med_Oslo_Filharmonien_(cropped).JPG "Arve Moen Bergset")
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