Would you like me to paint a portrait Of all the words that were said You and I stopped talking ?Cause all I could paint Would be black stripes on a
It might be just me Or maybe something's in the air. That tells me This is turning northwards towards me. Then again, The wind is always changing. And
I think maybe I should make up my mind About all things that I?ve gone through And I rather have these walls bare Then hang them with the memories Just
The night is young, and my ear can't stop ringing From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest. You with your selling for avoiding leaves
see My heart is on the table So give out all I have left Just in case that you don?t see Can you hear this? My voice is getting hoarse And it?s aching
day And the moon will push the sun away And I'm sitting here wishing and regretting. Time is what I don't have To be sitting here with priorities forgotten over
all. I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough and friends just can't be found, like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down. Like a bridge over
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So long to the hard and stormy weather It's time for a cleansing Nice try, but you can't avoid this forever You know it makes you feel good Feeding on
Calling, distorting Reach the ends for you Put a hole right through Talking, we keep talking Filling empty space In this lonely frame As the image fades
Her voice is beyond her years She's trying to move you She did not know where to go And soon it was dark If I could look you in the eyes If I could look
me why I always fall for your type For your type Look, dress hanging off your shoulder, barely sober Telling me how you moving away and starting over
, it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over
I sat outside my front window, this story's going somewhere He's well hung and I am hanging up There's a song on the radio that says "Let's get this party
floor falls apart Uh oh, all over again We're gonna wake up everyone we know We're gonna have some fun, gonna lose control It feels so good to let go-o-o Hanging
sang on A skunk pussy nigga always got my stank on Hang on, you wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame, homes, you do the same song Over and over
the toll booth I don't know if you niggas want the whole truth Rob report, page 3-5-7 Stay strapped even in the vocal booth Ray hang 'em high, details
?m done goin hand every notivate, Time to get em straight, lemme coordinate, 260 yeah that's right about a quarter cake, Say that weight is over, yeah tha weight is over