Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child When you've said it to yourself We are at war, how dare you turn on me now Right when I need you most
Arizona curled up with California Then she tried to hide the whole thing from New Mexico Who knew before he saw them making out in Yuma That she was loving
Here we have our dust free dining set We guarantee it won't collect a spec Freeing up the children to instead Grow into your molding Heed more of your
At least in my dreams When I'm sleeping it seems That the needle is full endlessly But you keep on waking me I'm almost there It's on the tip of my tongue
We barely ever fight she knows that I love her At first we made it every night but I don't want to bug her about it She just has a funny way of loving
Be Thou my vision O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me Save that Thou art Thou my best thought By day or by night Waking or sleeping Thy presence
Bands with managers are going places Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces But you don't believe when I say That it won't be alright, alright
A sinking feeling has been lurking at your door That it is real you can't deny you must ignore Sing like the angel that you know you'll never be And
What makes you think That it wont grow back In a day or two Husbands in Winter, they know the truth But what can they do I don't like girls the way they
I saw in your bedroom The drawers had been emptied Looking for answers But you won't admit it now You don't need a reason That's what you tell me But
i saw in your bedroom the drawers had been emptied looking for answers but you won't admit it now you don't need a reason that's what you tell me but
You said that you would not love me last summer And you said that you would not love me last spring But I hoped that you would change your mind by autumn
Such an awful, tragic night Though I've only done what's right But even with my conscience clear I can't help this flood of tears I've got my eye on
I'm feeling independent I made it through another day, having a wonderful time I haven't felt the sickness I think I may have scared it away, looks like
My dress shoes on The well kept cemetery lawn Both of them weeping Their one good son now was gone The irony to see my dad Down on his knees Crying out
Having no idea that his youngest son was dead The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed In the shadow of the mountain as the cattle
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I want to fly this helicopter. And will it be enough? Me and my wings are very fragile. And is that what you want? And I'm so scared that I might crash
