Lyrics:
really know
Since you've gone its never right
They go on the lonely nights,
Come on home and make it right
My heart is aching for you little
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
a fact of life, now man and wife
Work full time to just get by
And when we're home all
It's gonna be is me and you
But when in Rome, do as the Romans
at home
(Don't try this at home)
Don't try this at home
Guess what
Now I can live without all the foolish love
Better by myself with no one around
That's
is spokes, spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh
This is at home, right down
Love
Have yourself a good, good time
But don't you know
It's getting late
Yeah, if this world
Is gonna be our home
We gotta make it strong
By
a joke and they'd both laugh
And blame it on old age
But it's not funny anymore
She can't remember her name
He believes way down deep she
Still knows who
I need to get home
You're my guiding light
You're my guiding light
Well the air is cold
And yonder lies my sleeping soul
By the branches, broke
me just across the bar
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying
When I come home, the house is dark
She sighs, "Baby, did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams
(Sephgotthewaves)
Oh, uh
Say she is the truth
Say she is so real
And I love the way that you make me feel
When it's time to show affection
home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human
for the Timber man
Swing it hard, cut it clean
No halfway or in-between
Move when the axe is in my hand
Make way for the Timber man
And when they're
doesn't want you
And you can't be a man
If you're blind to reason
Man might be strong
But true love is stronger
You gotta play it straight
When
tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is
All the way home from Baltimore
We couldn't find a seat
Conductor says he's sorry for
The blisters on our feet
Comes a-riding in a bus
you come back home
Oh, right
I can't find a flight
We share the sadness
Split screen sadness
Two wrongs make it all alright tonight
Two wrongs
Jersey Belle, by the way she chew her cud.
She kicks over the milk all the time, she won't be gentle like a good cow should.
Boys, it's a very tough titty,
Free your soul
Let me see you shake
One by one
We're stealing the stage
Here we come so get
Out of our way
It won't be long
Till the summers
still yours
I should have listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way, boy, this is no
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get
home the house is dark
She sighs, "baby did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She
my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my
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