Did you hear the one about heaven? There's a guy that's running the sky. I heard his daddy gave us all seven; when we die we might be surprised. It feels
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So here you are in your small little world Kept up like a little precious virgin girl To hear about your grace and your silly face Wrapped up like a knot
Love don't love you. Love just haunts your world. Twenty years ago you tried to take my eyes. Thought you loved the world and I believed the lies. No
Pictures hung on the walls Depicting a families dream's Look's like they could come Right out of some plastic family magazine I wish the pictures were
Out in the desert sky tonight With nothing but my head Under the watchful eyes you're You're thinking the thoughts of dread Wanting to tear myself apart
A waste of time, a waste of life, a waste of youth, oh... A waste of minds, a waste of life, and where were you? Oh... When I look back on this, will
Artist: Filter Song: "In Dreams" Album: "Anthems for the Damned" Written by: Richard Patrick Come take me To the place of your bereavement Let me
A night turns to daylight Daylight brakes you You feel lost and lonely Your thoughts betrayed you It isn't the first time It won't be the last This crushed
Have you ever seen the stars at night and wondered, "Why so bright?" Have you ever seen the sunset on a cloudy night and wondered, "Why tonight?" And
I started to think about becoming extinct by the way that we?re going. I started to think that we?re close to the brink if you don?t hurry. I started
Haunted by your voices feel dead and unconscious pain and hate become our process it spreads as he watches hatred is contagious hatred is contagious
They just keep swallowing us They just keep hustling us They just keep beating us down, down They just keep holding us back Wished I could just see the
I'd like to break free from here It's gotten clear The reasons have smeared I'd like to break free from here The land of the lonely The reasons are phony
Last seat on the bus, who you gonna trust Which one do you follow, last seat on the bus Don't make such a fuss This much should make you hollow 'Cause
What do you think you did here kid? You're living like some rich kid bitch The scratch that makes you flinch Tha scratch that you can't itch What do
There isn't enough hot water To be in There isn't enough salt lake to To lie in There isn't enough sky to fly in So softly There isn't enough breath to
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