Why are you so far from me? In my arms is where you ought to be How long will you make me wait? I don't know how much more I can take I've missed you
I've got this friend I don't think you know him He's not much for words He's hidden his heart away Oh, I've got this friend A loveless romantic All that
glue. Bart: It bounces off of us and sticks to you. Army: It bounces off of us and sticks to you. Bart: Sound off. Army: One! Two! Bart: Sound off! Army: Three!! Four!! Bart
I can take what I feel cause I know its real and I know I love you and you came in my world and showed me whats real and I know my heart is yours to hold
Well, I can feel your heartbeat when your lying by my side I can see foever when I look into your eyes Each day beside you, girl you take my breath away
Saturday night shes fancied up, love of her lifes come to pick her up Theres things in the past she tries to forget Will he be late be there at all,
So your boots, theyre old and dusty & lying down on the floor And a candlelight, its burnin outside your door And youre gonna keep staying single, man
Sitting in this lonely room surrounded by my friends Empty liquor bottle, is this how its supposed to end Yeah, you left me standin here, well Im a broken
Rise in the morning shakin wits from your head Cussin that morning sun as your crawling out of your bed Knees in your back say its time for you to slow
I've been searching for some connection To put a finger on the way you think And I've been looking out in every direction It keeps feeling like my heart
Stuck in the middle of a world that was so right When I see her all my thoughts well up inside Its not supposed to be this way oh god oh why She doesnt
[Verse 1] I'm a little bit lazy Get a little bit crazy There's so many words That I need you to say I'm a little bit restless I get a little bit reckless
Well I got my quarters for the jukebox and your memories on my mind There aint no doubt that the fires all out Because Im the only one sittin here crying
Said you wanna stand there, With your arms around me... But I can't feel you... It's kinda like a dream... Then you walk out with another.. Lord my
Bartek ma wypadek Ze stowaq butelek Bartek ztamat zabek O sto zubrowek Tyle wypit wodek ze upadt na tytek Przykry to wypadek Przybiegt
Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find He's a king dust demon with an icepick
I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa I wanna meet Santa Claus, the real real Santa I wanna see Santa Claus, the real real Santa He wants to meet
Picture a man with his life in his hands consumed by the death of his dreams clutching at straws he dreams no more a desolate figure, I am he my agony