Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone like me, someone like me, like me Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone
read Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone like me, someone like me, like me Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone
been through it You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it! [Verse 2] I can't believe that I'm wasting this beat on someone so cheap Someone
Seymour Stein- I've been lonely I caught a glimpse of someones face It was mine and I'd been crying Half a world away Ticket for a plane Record company
take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come And push back
so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New York and Boston now
gettin rid of weight like Dick Gregory I'm New York City's fly guy, you bums don't impress me I already got the lead waitin for someone to test me You
(hey, what's up guys? it's me i'm playing pool with johnston gerald, in boston and i, i'm coming home on sunday, i think but maybe monday give a call
Subhumans gatefold I'm not trying to be a jerk but I don't think this record mergers gonna work but when I saw Christ on Parade, and This is Boston,
[xV:] Could someone tell me who this is all for And why I'm on the mirrors edge running on walls for? 20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this shit is uncalled
rock I'm not trying to be a jerk But I don't think this record mergers gonna work But when I saw 'Christ On Parade' and 'This is Boston, Not LA' I knew
[XV] Could someone tell me who this is all for and why I'm on the mirrors edge running on walls for? 20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this sh-t is uncalled for
damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fam tide, so I need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit, someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my
damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fame tide, so I need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit, someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my
I never made it back to Boston I've always been a rambling man But by the time I got to Phoenix She didn't quite fit in my plans I lost my heart in San
to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come and push back