J'ai pas l'temps d'penser a toi Ma tete est pleine sans toi Je sais je pense juste a moi J'veux pas savoir pourquoi Ta tete est pleine sans moi Je sais
Quand la tempete s'arrete, Le limon coule au fond La ou jamais ne penetre la moindre lumiere, le moindre rayon Alors il se depose une strate pour chaque
Quand la tempete s'arrete, le limon coule au fond, la ou jamais ne penetre la moindre lumiere, le moindre rayon. Alors il se depose une strate pour chaque
do you know what would be good right here? some yellow a touch of humility, an original sin or two half the math double the myth they told you to no aftertaste
I see you setting up your shot I'm gonna git out of your range I'll never sing your sad sorry song Lemon Meringue Sour to the taste And sweet to the
Kid, stay and snip your cord off, talk and let your mind loose Can't all think like Chekov but you'll be okay Kid, is this your first time here? Some
Never been near a university Never took a paper or a learned degree And some of your friends think that's stupid of me But it's nothing that I care about
somehow i have given up. on this in my life. all i seem to find here. is wasted time. of the all the hopes i have killed. one won't die easy. life
See I've been here for thirty-some years Lookin' at myself in the same dirty mirror So it ain't like I don't comprehend Open that bottle, swallow that
This is for all those tricks and hoes, from the five star rooms down to skid roe. Whether you answer phones or dance on poles, big money escort, or broke
Shrink wrapped in Buffalo then I was packaged with a Butterfinger I went to college via US Mail and then was traded for a chocolate Zinger Sleeping in
Maybe again he will be alone Guess we're equally damaged Find your name do it all the same equally Signal when you can't breathe no more Say you were
Slow down, hold still It's not as if it's a matter of will Someone's circling, someone's moving A little lower than the angels And it's got nothing to
I cry just a little bit, just a little bit, everyday Get by just a little bit, just a little bit that way I know, I know, I should have known Bluer,
I was born to laugh I learned to laugh through my tears I was born to love I'm gonna learn to love without fear Pour me a glass of wine Talk deep into
Fall on me Fall on me Fall on me Fall on me Birds of a feather and a featherless cap Poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat Moist hands fold to pray
One, two, three, four Changes come Turn my world around Changes come Turn my world around I have my father's hand I have my mother's tongue I look for
Strings of lights above the bed Curtains drawn and a glass of red All I ever get for Christmas is blue Saxophone on the radio Recorded forty years ago
