Lyrics:
did it my way
For what is a man (is a man), what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught (himself, then he has naught)
To say the things he
the North Pole doing fentanyl
No more good little boys so he meant to kill himself
But he couldn't find a vein with the hot steel
He couldn't find himself
and of grace
One with Himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
One
My daddy tell me be careful with boys
I'm never careful, I'm never careful
I fell in love with the wrong guy
With the devil himself
And I just don't
that's worth his soul
Ain't no days gone by that he don't count the times
That he told himself let go
He thinks too much to himself
He ain't
confusion
And that was the reason he went on the roam.
In Yorkshire near Rotherham, he had been on his rambles,
Being weary of travelling he sat himself
reden niet
Is de man himself (man himself)
Bottega-shades en m'n hoofd is heet
En m'n visie scherp (m'n visie scherp)
De gang is great, maar ben nog
her
Standing there with someone else
It could have been him
If he weren't so wrapped up in himself
I know he wants her
She don't want him in that
He was waitin' for the one
Never havin' fun
Serious and overplayed
A fool, kept fallin' from the start
Pulled himself apart
Never learned
I was once a dead man
A stranger with no home
I stood opposed to God himself
And yet He pardoned me
With all my heart and the fiercest will
the truth
The weight of the world on ya shoulder, send to be a man
Lil' Curtis hung himself, Big George died in a van
Three years ago, I would of been in that
else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now, father walked that lonesome valley
Now, father walked it, he walked it by himself
nothin' nature can't teach you
The lawman came from south Louisiana
Threatened Billy with either jail or school
Billy grabbed himself a stick and hit him
of this early morn.
"Upon the hill, east of the woods, the old man stood rapt in
Thought; gazing, contemplative and lost in himself. His old hands,
Fingers
The man of the struggle,
In his search for solace,
He tries to focus on
And rest in the eye of the storm.
He sees no future for himself
felt
when the pretty girls looked at you that way
And somebody is gonna haft a pay
He's gonna get his revenge
He's gonna crucify himself for
to an end, there comes a time for everyone. he pulls himself together only to fall apart, whispers in his sleep "I've lost forever. what have I accomplished
my soul
But more like a father
You come and take me home
What is the worth of a man living for himself
With a heart of his own
And every
Here's a guy with open eyes, that used his mask to see inside
Who kept his ear to the ground, and used himself to find his way
To find his way,
for a star
With my eyes dead on the floor
Racing all the time
My soul can't take much more
touch the silent man
Who made himself so low
will I spit
The sky tonight at sundown looked like god himself
Feeding diamonds to his horses made of gold
And the secret here you know is that I love you so
it enough for me to live in theory?" sipping down his sorrow he set the bottle down, having never thought this life was for himself
Cause he was
the truth
The weight of the world on ya shoulder, send to be a man
Lil' Curtis hung himself, Big George died in a van
Three years ago, I would of been in that
own head
Fred dyed his hair, told his friends he would shoot himself
Friends? he had none so it must have been someone else
No one objected his threat
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