I can't do this anymore I can't think here anymore I can't sit here anymore And wait for you I can't be there anymore I can't compete here anymore I
He's kissing Christian and it's making him feel backwards He's kissing Christian 'cause he's such a successful bachelor He's kissing Christian and it'
This always happens to me Just when I feel happy They go and turn on me again The same thing every time I go out on a line Everyone else turns out fine
Tie me down with dental floss Tie me up with a love and say you miss me 'Cause I keep putting on lip gloss And you won't kiss me Kiss my lips, kiss,
In the back of my mind (I saw the door) In the back of my mind (I went for more) In the back of my mind (Less than I see) In the back of my mind (Not
One summer night I was fourteen He threw his thongs up at my window And he asked if he could come up and see me He sat in the quad across from me He
Why does he give up so easily? Why does he give up so easily? Why does he give up so easily? Why does he give up so easily?
Could you sign my guitar? Can I take a picture with a rock star? Your face wallpapers my walls Here's my number when you're in town give me a call I
She doesn't know how to give herself a chance She doesn't know how to go home alone She doesn't know how to go to sleep at night She doesn't know how,
It's time to shut off It's time to turn down It's time to get lost I must turn me around To lessen the pain To broaden the truth To dispose of no gain
You silently cheer me up You don't even know it You silently piss me off You don't even know it You silently turn me up You don't even know it You
Part of this is waiting Part of this is baiting you Part of this is parting us Part of this is this part of you Part of this is faking Part of this is
Through your eyes I saw the red sun burst and slowly melt into the Dead Sea... Through your eyes I watched your hand expand, and crush a dozen trees,
Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied... This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) from
gathered are they, the wolves from the north and the tribes of the underworld hordes heathen men from pagan wastelands joined with them have they the
Promise me no promises So will I not promise you Keep we both our liberties Never false and never true Let us hold the die uncast Free to come as free
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