: Here we stand, No cash on hand, And now, man, have one demand. We can make vagrants, Abbreviated. Give us a reason We?ve been persecuted, Prosecuted
: Going for a ride My best friend and I I wink and give her a smile Pointed shades The wind on my face I light a cigarette Engine is roaring and Roads
: One, two, three and four She fluffs her hair, she hits the floor Spandex pants, wide pink belt She's got the 80s metal down I don't get why anyone
: The moon, on a blackened sky here i wait, by the light tower a pair of lights, comes closer down the road on a thunderful night he drives to meet me
: Hey babe, How you doin' tonight? Are you feelin' alright? Am I out of your mind? But I, I'm not ready to fold, I wanna grow old, With your hands on
: I don't always tread, dont always tread careful Yeah Most of the time im quite anoying I don't watch my mouth Don't find an out in a fight! I can scream
one kiss Kiss kiss kiss me dantly kill kill kill me quietly chill chill chill me instantly kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss oooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooooooooOOooo
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: Oh Highway 55 Six feet under Where no one can find her by milestone 91 few feet from the road the desert running through her Lucille was a pretty
: Do you remember when, you and I were still best friends Walking down all the small streets of Copenhagen Our heels were hot, our laughs real loud You
: I?m, leaving a note, for you Surprise, I?m leaving you behind I made up my mind It?s funny how, funny how, funny how it feels so good Writing something
: Hey! Hey! Who said I was indestructible? I can cry, but I wasted enough tears on you, Yeeaahh! And Now, I'm out of your reach, I'm not on your leash
Do you remember when, you and I were still best friends Walking down all the small streets of Copenhagen Our heels were hot, our laughs real loud You
Hey babe, How you doin' tonight? Are you feelin' alright? Am I out of your mind? But I, I'm not ready to fold, I wanna grow old, With your hands on my
Here we stand, No cash on hand, And now, man, have one demand. We can make vagrants, Abbreviated. Give us a reason We?ve been persecuted, Prosecuted
Oh Highway 55 Six feet under Where no one can find her by milestone 91 few feet from the road the desert running through her Lucille was a pretty girl
The moon, on a blackened sky here i wait, by the light tower a pair of lights, comes closer down the road on a thunderful night he drives to meet me
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