the most? (Thing that I miss the most) I miss the moonlit walks in the rain, I miss the quarter tree, I miss the days, I miss the sad songs I used to
I saw you last night and got that old feeling When you came in sight I got that old feeling The moment that you danced by I felt a thrill And when you
colour blind, where's gray? It's my way of writing a song for sense Getting anxiety set in the older me Foreign end [x2] Writing a song for sense
(Run away, run away, run away, run) A song I heard the ocean sing (Run away, run away, run away, run) Shining light in darkness deep (Run away, run away
All right you Chipmunks Ready to sing your song I'll say we are, yeah Let's sing it now Okay, Simon? Okay Okay, Theodore? Okay Okay, Alvin? Alvin? Alvin
All right you chipmunks, ready to sing your song? I'll say we are, yeah, let's sing it now Okay, Simon? Okay Okay, Theodore? Okay Okay, Alvin? Alvin?
We broke down on the side of the road East Coast we had to cancel the shows I'm tryin' as hard as I can But I'd rather write a song than a business plan
do Go write that great song Strong song The I did nothing wrong song The blame song The same song The here's why you where wrong song The new song The old song
to know, any place I needed to go Hear my song. People won't you listen now? Sing along. You don't know what you're missing now. Any little song
you hear the song that I'm singin'? Won't you take the hand that I'm givin'? I'm just talkin' of A simple song of love, One that won't go wrong Can't
D.J. had just begun He said this song is a mystery to me But I know it has to be a number one It had the same feeling a different song Thought
You wonder why she left so soon No word or reason why All feelings born can only die Lazy days passing by With memories you just can't hide The song
Shes upset Bad day Heads for the dresser drawer to Drive her pain away Nothing good can come of this. She opens it theres nothing there Its only
Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches
When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side when times get rough And friends just can't be found
The undying embrace of chaos and war As the oppressed lie writhing down on the floor This Babylon of fear that you shall know To rule and suppress, destroy
The first Noel, the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's