I anit mad at you cause i caused it are is it that we aren't talkin? woahh and Im sick of playin' on this guitar girl its your body Im watchin' when you
Sittin' in my, can't be without you Sittin' in my, yeah I need you Never been known as a player but ain't nobody gon' say (I ain't had my share) But
(jimmy alan stewart/chuck cannon) He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside A river
to make it whole though it never feels like it i know you have it all i know you have it all we went to the social development dance the whiskey went
me Both: What this joint needs is some music Someone put a quarter in the jukebox And we'll both forget about her Make the music louder Someone put a quarter
sitting in my room wasting my time again better go outside better run outside where the fuck are they, all gone away where the fuck are you? don't you
In his room - an alien aura Glass-pipes ,mortars,golden vessels He knows all,but he must hurry Working on what seems so precious He's gonna turn this
Tears are falling Hearts are breaking How we need to hear from God You've been promised We've been waiting Welcome, Holy Child Welcome, Holy Child Hope
Oh, the avenging angel Shiver in the way of her stare I will admit that she never loved me But I admit that I didn't care And it's too damned late to
what about tonight? Trust me baby, it'll be alright (it'll be alright)" And so we danced, and danced, and danced, and danced, So we danced, and danced, and danced, and danced
She moves and the wind kisses her hair She dances around in public She don't care Let them stare She's always chasing butterflies She likes to imagine
The key is so distant I've opened doors Know when to listen Know what to listen for, yeah The shelf in the room Has been the way Of holdin' me And letting
komm ein bischen naher komm naher hor mir zu mach dich locker entspann dich so wie ich es tu und dann spurst du wie der rhythmus in dich eindringt und
Yeah, for the motherfuckin' 2000 In this mother Straight from Houston, Tex The motherfuckin' Dr. Dooom I'm shuttin' rappers down like guiliani shut down
gonna be the night tonight I was gonna get to hold you tight But I guess we didn't plan it right I never stood a chance, we couldn't dance Cause there
In a white room with black curtains in the station blackroof country no go pavements tired starlings silver horses burnt out moonbeams in your dark
Sometimes it's hard to stay sane Dogtags like shackles on my brain We've got a language of our own You learn to talk bad When you're far from home. Dusty
Sitting in this room, dark and gloom Four walls look to me to be Hell Sitting in this room sucks so bad And I might as well be off in jail Everybody