Lyrics:
the suburbs to the hood
May You judge us by our hearts
And not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough
However long that it takes
May You fill that
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
to A street
And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads by
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and boons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
around
Gone but not forgotten I guess she's Alabama bound
Oh, she's gone
She's gone, gone, gone Some kind of crazy behind closed doors
Gone but not
Beyond the Smoke and Mirrors
By Gary D. Ward
Gary D. Ward, All rights reserved
When I set out on my own, and I invited you along
We had a suitcase
a diamond
Hold on, Lord if my Bugatti come to a dead end
I've already been everywhere except Heaven
And tomorrow's not promised, when I'm gone but not
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doing the best I can to carry on
I had power (power)
I was respected (respect)
But not any more
And I've lost
bouncing ball
Are listening to the tales of mother Hubbard
But the fairy lights are dark
On the Christmas tree as restlessly
I stand here forgotten
leave my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind yer couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains dried
fall in line but I will not submit
Another massacre, another day gone by
Is this the new abnormal?
Pursuing illusions as we turn a blind eye
This is
I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
said she could not stay
Since death o'life had reft him
She hadnae gone a mile but twa
When she heard the deid bell knellin'
And every jow tha the deid
The guitarist looks at her, from so far away
And he thinks by himself that he was so silly to leave her
He's gone so far and he's tired
But he's never forgotten
I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
Today may be a never ending highway
And yesterday a half-forgotten smile
But I can hear tomorrow singing
From around the bend
It's just another
By my song, you will know the heart that's in me
By my song, you'll know that I am here
Just words and notes together, but
Long after I'm gone
of life has become my new hobby
Broken down dreams I once had
Stolen by my own incompetence
Save my soul but not my body
Gone but not forgotten
Anything I
cracked since you're away
You're gone but not forgotten
Forever you'll be by our side
The pictures someday may be rotten
But our memories will be bright
The things I did not have
But it's never better on the other side
Well, I've never gone so far
That I've forgotten my way home
The best things always bring
by some of the worst people alive
But he'll fail, fail, fail
Then he'll be gone, gone, gone
One day he'll just be trivia
And then he'll be forgotten
You are gone, but not forgotten
You are gone
You, are
You are gone but not forgotten
Another artist takes your loft, but
You are gone but not forgotten
song
Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten but not gone
God says, take no living prisoners
So hard times are over if they find us
It's not my hope that you
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