I missed you. And I though of all the little things that always made you tense and I wished I was able to tell you that I'd have learnt a thousand tricks
no danger there partner. Farmain: I love you hannah montana . [hannah waves] Jackson : Do you mind i am on the phone here. Alright. i've got a life to
author to explain! down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish "the waves, the waves were soldiers moving" thank you! thank you! thank you! & again
a morning paper. Laid out for me to see. Saw his face in a corner picture. I recognized the name. Could not stop staring at the. Face I'd never see again
each other visiting the empty rooms Put me on, I'll put you on too You knew I'd have to follow you because you saw I'm hollow too But it's so nice being
one entire picture. but right now, how you live, and how you create, you are just a little torn corner of a photograph. and i know deep inside you, even
song again Comin' to wash it off again Comin' to see herself again Comin' to see herself again Comin' to wash if off again
the tree I only saw what I was seeking What I was made to see I cannot change What I don't understand And I was never taught To look again You know I
bolt hole I see they've published Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish Well, the waves, the waves were soldiers moving Well, thank you, ya thank you, thank you And again I
me A rambler in my younger days, I knew I made a few mistakes But I swear I would have been there, had I known it Never again will you ever be alone Son
Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the price It'll cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I told you I'm raw white When I'm on
knowledge but I want to believe that you exist somewhere beyond the time again you imprison me when the dusk comes I know every thought you hide I cannot
you said, 24 right? Aight cool, I got you Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll
Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter
my soul Though we'll always be apart Locked forever in a dream If I ever love again Even then, nothing will change And the taste of you remains Clinging