Lyrics:
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there
is taken by the flames.
Every part of me dies little by little,
but the smile is still intact on her face
In the unsuspecting eyes, everything normal,
keep playing by the rules
More money, more sleep, more time
Just a little more freedom and I'll be fine
I'm so tired of being tired yea
I'm not asking
Boy, you're driving me insane
Like a hurricane
In my perfect brain
You're tearing up the fields
Like you're someone that's insane
Won't you take
stalks, we hear the sound
Of thunder in the distant sky
A lone umbrella drifting by
Sleep now little baby
Ain't nothing wrong
Hush now little darling
wings,
Soaring through all them hurricanes.
Yeah, you deserve some peace onna hill.
Book of roses by your side,
Hope you happy to see your family alive.
on tight
We've got tonight
You've got that right
Sweet, sweet little temptress
Smooth talker through and through
I'm far from home, don't like to roam
me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I insane or do I really see heaven in
to relax and immerse in the world of imagination with creativity and a little bit of healthy distance in Your search for new solutions.
Edward engages,
in, bring it in
I grow rows and rows of roses
Flor de mayo, by the mile
I make perfect, practiced poses
So much hides behind my smile
What
the songs that were Playing On The Radio
Playing On The Radio
Watching as my life passes me by
It was Playing On The Radio
now I just sit and stare into
Every hurricane
Starts with the typical breeze
And the eye is the
Heart of the difficulties
Don't be fooled by the weather cause It Changes quick
And it
of a brass band I thought I could see her
In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
I was flat on my
After Katrina, after the towers
We holds our heads high after disaster
[verse 1]
They couldn't kill me holla if u feel me
Hurricane Katrina victim in
"Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out"
Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit?
One boy entertained by
The torments
Wolf cried all the way to Memphis
'Cause his mama turned him
Turned him away
Don't you know he searched her out
After he was doing good
Little
"Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out"
Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit?
One boy entertained by
The torments
Trying to keep a candle burning in a hurricane,
That's what it's like when you love me and you leave me this way,
Like a dove crying out when he's
you make music but you do be lazy (Huh)
What about the Mercedes
Oh yea little boy imma cop that
All that capping little boy need a stop that
What’s your
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
tricks on me,
I’m out-maneuvered by reality
But I could be as happy as I wanna be!
Verse 1:
I can’t play til I see it in writing and
I can’t see til I
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