is revealed by the leaves on a tree An image of my faith in the unseen It's in my mind's eye I see Your face You smile as You show me grace If in my
you Moments in the morning Have to say there's nothing great That you wouldn't do Wild, yeah, what ya gotta do Oh, there's a reason Don't ya got
home, second car second woman on his arm, second bottle from the bar Good life, even though he got it he don't get it 'Cause he livin' for the moment but this moment
This world's surrounded by suffering don't think you can't break free from it. Sometimes I feel, and you'll see, the harshness of reality. You can always
myself as someone dying to be freed But you have led me here and that's all I need Rolling across this graceful land Phone calls home won't understand Waving flags don't
weed me all night So make the greatest moments happen when it's me and you alone Take the receiver of the telephone, you ain't home, huh It ain't no problems, ain't
the moment Telling me what your heart meant Heat of the moment shone in your eyes And now you find yourself in 82 The disco hotspots hold no charm for you You can't
Sweet pain, can't you plainly see? Sweet pain, you know it matters to me Sweet pain, won't you make me feel at home? Sweet pain, don't you dare leave
[Intro] I don't really know if it's dead or alive They called for an ambulance They said one of them won't be able to make 'til March 27 But in the mean
seemed such a clear cut case We cannot just let him leave here And put all this work to waste Why don't we try shock treatment It really might
...ground We move around Don't you know its all right... ...To be wrong thus you grow be amused and be strong The acceptance of error with grace
to leave 'Cause I, I don't have much time anymore Stop pushin' all your tragedies away Each moment has got a lesson for the day Take something with you, we can't
Charise from East New York, listen bitch, you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't
can't have Desire Don't think, don't think, don't think Don't think, don't think, don't think Go buy, go buy, go buy Don't think, don't think, don't
true what they don't wear beneath their kilt. Ring ding diddle diddle i de o Ring di diddle i o I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath
hill But way down deep in my heart Don't want the water to ever be still All these friends have long since gone Blown and scattered like autumn leaves
I claim the five pounds To which he is entitled, right? Wait, one moment, wait You, boy, get on that chair Me, signor? Oh, not a tooth, sir I beg of you, I ain't
We move around Don't you know it's all right to be wrong Thus you grow, be amused and be strong The acceptance of error with grace Is to refuse to be