lost In the glare of the sky Wake up, more dead than alive Groggy with a will to survive Get up It's the end of the night
Get lost In the glare of the sky Wake up, more dead than alive Groggy with a will to survive Get up It's the end of the night
me and avoids me like cancer Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough Couldn't stand up to his
frozen in my hand And the letter i can't write, it seems to be a desert without end I woke up late at night She called me up then disappeared And the
away My pencil's frozen in my hand And the letter I can't write It seems to be a desert without end I woke up late at night She called me up Then disappeared
Winter weekends Cold, unbearable Lifes so terrible Shots ring out in blind stellar night time Town lights come alive like a land mine Eyes wide up in
person." "She's not. I made her up." "Oh, so she's not real?" "Just as real as you or I." "I don't think I understand." "Neither do I, but after I grow up
of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
pack of lager My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel Everyday I grow more older, and more
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off. Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes. As the sound of motor cars fades in the night
to me Was a time in my life when I wish I'd have known You can't gamble with fate, you might end up alone (Chorus) Meet me where the feeling is high, let the sound
a lonely sound Leaving it home, on a midnight plane Hearing you call babe, In the sound of the rain Diamond girl Is there anybody there At the end of the night
I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cell to the common cold rebel Night gets
we low when we fly, Feelin like flippin the beat til the end of the night, Yo did I say night ? Pit, hold up, hold up - you feelin? alright? Have you
Listen, what's done is done. I knew I should of gave up when I came up. Pushing my luck, back to square one. Nevertheless, I manifest. Head to my desk
I'm finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she'll cum Prom night might excite a down right fight like White blood cells to the common cold rebel Night gets