're around After all this confusion is put aside After all, finally gonna make it right I hear the beat Of a thousand conga drums Picking up the signal
When it's peach picking time in Georgia Apple picking time in Tennessee Cotton picking time in Mississippi Everybody picks on me When it's roundup time
high, it waves and glows 'Til you can't see the wood for the trees I'm like anybody on their knees Trying to find a way to make it fit Picking up sticks
'm here with you again Can we pick up from the start? All I have and all I need Is everything You gave to me I bitter way so now I'm picking up The pieces
never a match for a burning desire To fall in love And put out the fire that's been burning Picking up the pieces And putting them down again Picking
So nice doing business with you Do we really hate the clock When we realize that Oh, their selling down for the deal The suits are picking up The suits are picking
a one-way train wreck We fell off track before we left the station And when the flames come pouring out, You will find us And we will be standing all around, Picking
, that don't mean shit, that don't mean that I'm not one. But those jerks by the kegs, ain't leavin' me no ground to stand. And so if we're pickin' sides
(feat. Akon) Picking up those pieces that I Tried to hide Dark waters swallows me into The rising tide Just crash over me They watch over me And it takes
at love's suggestion, I popped the question And asked you to be mine By your kisses I knew, you'd picked me and I'd picked you At berry picking time [
Picking up pieces, talking loudly... Picking up pieces, talking loudly... Pick it all up now, Put it back in your mouth. Pick it all up now. Pick
to change my point of view I try to change my point of view And we all have disappointments And we all got things to learn And we're picking up the pieces And we're picking
here with you again, can we pick up from the start. Chorus: All I have and all I need is everything You gave to me I bitter way so now I'm picking up
am not the god of theology; I am not the image you make of me I am not the fruit of your deepest thinking I am the Lord your God You?re only picking
on my own? Picking up the pieces of my life, Picking up the pieces, it?s gonna take some time, Picking up the pieces of my broken heart, Picking
out onto the floor How long will I be picking up pieces How long will I be picking up my heart How long (in another space and time) Will I be picking
So here I am, picking up the pieces of broken promises that I could never keep. And I'm too afraid to face up to the truth of my past so I just push it