Countless times I trusted you I let you back in, knowing, yearning You know I should have run, but I, I stayed Maybe I always knew My fragile dreams
In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The lonely
I hear your voice It sings so softly Curious to join in A harmony to breathe forevermore Joyous the one to hear a voice In fields where grass grows
Empty vessel under the sun Wipe the dust from my face Another morning, black Sunday Coming down again, I'm coming down again Empty vessel, empty veins
Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way Zig-zag patients, vibrating the ancients Handin' out money, the flies makin' honey Beaches aplenty, the pigs on
No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey No money, no honey
She walks down the stairs with dignity and no rush at all Her appearance makes you gasp'n'stare, her presence makes you feel like you'd crawl She takes
5-22-02 That's when I told you 5-22-02 That's when I told you 5-22-02 That's when I told you 5-22-02 22-02 22-02 22-02 ...
chachoo-choocha these golden times c-c no time for rhymes c-c see all the crimes / good time for crimes c-c no time for rhymes / these golden times
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Find me some time to believe in me The cages that we adore Keeps us cold The silence held in her hand A glorified smile I need you to be there again
sown Park Lane as London leaves for the weekend again through the dark city streets in the clinging rain I take my car towards the Thames and Waterloo...... 6.02
I'm untouchable. Straight down to the walk. Get out your cell phones cause I'm calling out Brock. a??Don't talk about Brock Lesnar! He'll come up here
Here comes Fuanki. Ah, Smakdown. Numbah One. Announcah. He approaches John Cena and says he is going to, a??Speak you language.a?? Fuanki then pulls
Brock... I sit here glued to the screen punching these keys Watching everything you do on live Internet feeds I downloaded high speed all the files that
I'd like to take this time to say thank you to Brock, You shattered my knee in two places so now I can't walk, It's official. I got crippled by the meathead
Used to be my Panic Room The other side of me Where I slept and woke by turns And nothing seemed real I was feeding on your life Peering through the
Now the fun is over Where do words begin I'm trying to find the path ahead Any way you say it The charade goes on But your eyes won't see it It's the