Lyrics:
to me
So if you say you love me, forever I'll be true
And what more could I long for than to live my life (with you)
I could never be loved by anyone
Standing by the elevator
Feeling gloomy and down
Waiting for the flashing light
To lift me up from the ground
Then the elevator opened
And I
you doing in a place like this?
In a crowded room, what are the odds?
What's a guy like me doing in a place like this?
Getting close to you, but here
This is a mean old world
Try to live in by yourself
This is a mean old world
Try to live in by yourself
You can't get the one you love
Yes, you got
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth,
house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
Oh, I know it's not much,
live by the golden rule now don't it just hit the spot
Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give
to keep your cottage cool"
The Welcome Wagon brought me out some sleepin' pills and booze
I got the mean old subdivision blues
Somebody came
People are so sad and I know why
With no chance to live before you die
You get pretty sick if you have to
Keep it inside
I wanna build a house
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
me.
Ah things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, no, radiation underground and in the sky;
Animals and birds who live near by are dying oh,
Oh
Country green, do you know what I mean?
She's true and pure like country green
I feel her hand upon my shoulder
Waking me from a drawn out sleep
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
am
With open arms
Hoping you'll see
What your love means to me
Open arms
(This empty house seems so cold)
Living without you
Living alone
the third-degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with
home and family my house and all the things that mean
The black smoke trailin' out behind me is like a string of broken dreams
Looking back along....
It's a dark road
And a dark way that leads to my house
And the word says you're never gonna find me there, oh no
I've got an open door
It didn't
burned
I should want you, that I know
You're gonna let me go, you're gonna let me go.
See all those familiar faces crowded in my mind
I know, that now is
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Living without you, living alone
This empty
every window pane.
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn't want to know me now.
Can you see
every window pane.
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by,
She doesn't want to know me now.
Can you see
eyes
It hurts so much to see them helpless
It makes me want to cry
But still there is so much left unanswered
For so many innocent lives
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