how it came to be this way that the sinking in my head becomes the death i die. . . fire and wine and burning lies bring me to this crazy fear fire
my whole life...beeing here... Stormy weather seems like Forever gone away Autumn swells travelled so long To reach my bed How good it is... To be
of liquor have alot of sex addictive lifestyle it'll prolly be the death of me hope my momma never hear this shit and then think less of me you don't knnow how this pressure be
time that you Came, Came, Came Every time that you came The leaves fall gently and like autumn she
person who I love Do you love me? Or not love me? As for things like that, it?s already fine either way No matter how I wish There are many unchangeable things in this
And that's how it must be No matter what we do Faithful friends and lovers forever Right till the end we'll always be together Nothing can stop this
gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb
It came to be our favorite time of the year And now every autumn makes a bittersweet call I'm missin' you darlin' in the first days of fall It's early
a twist. [LUCINDA] Who will be there?... [CINDERELLA] Mother said be good, Father siad be nice, That was always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella
can I say? I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive (Instrumental break) Suddenly came the dawn (from the night), Suddenly I was born (into light) How can it be
how it must be No matter what we do Faithful friends and lovers forever Right to the end we?ll always be together Nothing can stop this love we?re
watch that lone drop of water make its weary way across that perfectly waxed surface. But I think it was just to enjoy this ride... this ride... this
lifestyle it'll prolly be the death of me hope my momma never hear this shit and then think less of me you don't know how this pressure be I guess I
ass Get over it Get over it All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it Get over it Get over it It's gotta
! ENSEMBLE: Great! Great! It's written on the slate!* There's none but Mary Turner Could ever be his mate! [*ALTERNATE VERSION: It really must be fate!] DIANA: It
this news) Without a whisper loud or censure slight For lords are not afeared their stock to lose Where no stock may be taken or be kept No property be
these before And though they are the saddest I have known Their simple cause is none but one of joy For now it seems I may not be alone Upon this earth
