And I wouldn't be here if I knew how to let go And I wouldn't be here if you could just hold your own Take me to the water, take me into your escape And
Lay down what I have come here for Take on what I am sure of And we see, and we see And we see, and we see only what we want to We fall asleep, hold
Waiting for my train alone again, Ignore the stairs, try not to let them in The second thoughts have come too late Wondering how I slipped and fell into
A lesson learned, Always the hardest way A cycle runs, Unwelcome like a rainy day And we find ourselves here And we find ourselves here again And shadows
And I take pictures of the sky for you Knowing I can never do it justice, It'll never look the same, and I try To tell you just what I have been up to
Over and over and over again I run into the deep end And I'm aware of it, Even before I begin And over and over and over again I learn I'm just your
Saw you on the train Except it wasn't you again I could not contain That feeling in my heart again For what it's worth I still love you For what it's
You're a river that takes me so far away From where I don't wanna be And currents carry my dreams along the way Rushing through the very core of me And
Focused in on distraction, One moment throws off the dominant routine Disregarding senses, A curious glance takes control of the scene And it's just
Oh, dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away and she'll never walk down Lime Street anymore Oh, the judge she guilty found her of robbing the
Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away And she never walk down Lime Street any more Oh the judge he guilty found her For robbing a homeward bounder
Wake up Maggie I think I've got something to say toyou It's late September And I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I feel I
she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No, I aint gonna work for Maggie
makes me scrub the floor. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie
to pay for little Maggie's wine. 6. Pretty flowers are made for blooming, Pretty stars are made to shine, Pretty girls are made for boy's love, Little Maggie