So why don't you go? I don't wanna waste this anymore I've been spending too much time just waiting for you Yeah-ah Just go I don't wanna waste this
know When the waves take all control You've got no choice but to let it go. I will find your sail And I will rescue you. I will never leave You're the spirit
I've been digging around, Trying to figure her out, Trying to find what her heart wants. Leave me buried in sand With a shovel in hand If I can't make
I've gotta keep this up, Keep my eyes set on what I want I can't stop looking at you, Thinking of you Thinking of you, you, you I see your eyes in blue
I think I like you I don't even know you But something is telling me that I think I need you You're like my thoughts come true And I can't argue with
de wad putty soon now! Rhonda: (pinching her nipples, jiggling her tits) Jingle bells, jingle bells . . . Harry: Oh! This is divine! Rhonda: This
but now I'm chillin with A Few Good Men Assassination on the kid from the capitol I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General Hospital Condition critical, spirit
just hope for all our lives And pray that I survive. Four ships are lost in the Stormy conditions. The spirits of the sunken crews, Their phantoms follow us. Spirits
When Your Spirit Is Strained, And U Limit At The Change The Lyrics In Your Limericks A-Change A Different Hook The Way Your Sentences Arranged More Dominate
in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night . . . (During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned CHRISTINE to the
're fed up and ready to brawl then say No Way Y'all... No Way Y'all One, two, three Condition red. Repeat, condition red. This is not an exercise Repeat, this
warfare [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a
til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
Rat, ta tat ta ta tat ta ta tat Then I woke up Doctor help me out, what's this all about? What's this condition I gotta figure out Am I really out?
The freedom I need is the freedom I leave In my good time rock and roll There's a healing in those guitars And a spirit in the song No matter what condition
Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity Claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders Can you please explain to this court How these so called spirits
