I am the red in the rose The flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor And I am the gray in the ghost That hides with your clothes behind your closet
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Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, no, don't ask why For we must find the next whiskey bar Or if we don't find the next whiskey
In a dream I saw you taking control Treading lightly upon my soul It's the pain that makes me want to call your name When I wake up to another day I know
[Havoc] Sometimes I wish I had three different faces I'm going to court for three cases in three places One in Queens Manhattan one in Brooklyn The
Ayy, it's your boy Don P right, right Trillville, Corlio I need all my niggaz to look around, look around You see some hoes in the atmosphere? I see them
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me As far as I can see you're a bitch to me You the weakest link goodbye You the weakest link goodbye You the weakest
Music by Waltari I'm lying in my bed, trying to reach the line After a mess of emotion with my girl so fine I'm looking through a window seeing the city
Won't fight for a cause that's been lost When we gave up our nature denial And too many faces are glowing with pride and assurance But it's their loss
revisiting former frames of mine. i've had nothing less responsible than this. cash hand, back hand, slap in the face. i want something more real. surrealistic
On craint la mort par tradition, La mort n'est pas contradiction Mon corps est devenu ma prison Ma mort, ma propre decision C'est ma phase terminale,
Oh you, you walk on past Your lips got a smile on your face (Your scalding face) To the cage, to the cage She was a beauty in a cage Too, too high a
Ooo Weavin' down a by road, singin' the song That's my kind of high rollin' gone wrong My my (Smile at least) You can't say no to the beauty and the
Baby, I've been Breaking glass in your room again, listen Don't look at the carpet I drew something awful on it, see You're such a wonderful person
You're just a little girl with gray eyes Never mind, say something Wait until the crowd cries Oh, wait until the crowd cries You're just a little girl
The secret life of Arabia Secret secrets never seen Secret secrets ever green I was running at the speed of life Through morning's thoughts and fantasies
I'm out of range in your old radio I want my entertainment I'm not a phase in your old stereo I want my entertainment loud right now You should've known