Now we've been thinkin'. About the styles for a while. And trippin' over what's hot. And what's not and whnt's gone under. And over but now it's time to.
The morning after. Still hear your laughter. Why can't we sleep always. The party's over. I'm getting sober. Why can't we sleep always. . You better believe - you sucker.
You made me feel like I'm okay, I could be happy. Now I can sit, not run away stupidly laughing. . Wipe out all self pity, it's slowin' me down. Turn off feelin' pretty, dressing up dressing down.
Say hello. Remain close to me. No good bye, suicide mystery. . The rat in your brain. Turns a wheel connected to your guts. And all your faults are in me.
So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. You're hanging on the memory, you need most. You still want love, love's ugly, smooth and delicate. But not without affection, no not alone.
So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. You're hanging on the memory, you need most. You still want love, love's ugly, smooth and delicate. But not without affection, but not alone.
All or nothing at all. Half a love, never appealed to me. If your heart, never could yield to me. Then I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all. . All or nothing at all.
Angelene, shes such a pretty thing. All dolled up in her hip huggin jeans. Mamas heels and her ruby red rouge. Sneakin out while her daddys passed out.
I keep wondering all these days. How to thrive the way we stray. A year, a lifetime parted, together. Will be all the same. . Many things to make me sad.
If you see me walking with a smile. And laugh all the while. It's because I love you. . If you see that sparkle in my eye. I'm telling you why. (Telling you why).
La misma cara y la misma suerte. Las mismas ganas de siempre. Un mismo rumbo a un mismo paso. Dando tumbos, por el mundo. Del mismo lado. . Como preguntas.
These cats is no match, plus they lack a certain knack for rapping. They never catch the wagon like Re-run and "What's Happening". Since back when they had potty issues and snotty tissues we been rockin.
Det bor en ngel i mitt rum. hon har sitt bo ovanfr mitt huvud. hon gr mej lugn. och hon viskar until mej. allt det jag sger dej. . Det bor en annan i min kropp.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the sky looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. . Gloria, in excelsius Deo. Gloria, in excelsius Deo.
Wanna feel what I touch. Wanna find what was lost. Wanna be kind. As you see every curse. In a dream it'll work. Now you'll feel tied. . Wanna praise with this life.
So now everybody's gone. You see no change has come. In every song you've ever sung. You find the words were wrong. . But now the time is gonna come. And there's no feeling lost.
Repetition of my mind inside decline. I'm sick of all the people telling me to read between the lines. Deja vu? True, Inside it is you.. I know I live inside a world who hates my mind.
I'm drowned out like I'm supposed to be. Nobody doubts you sanctity. I'm not alone, but I'm supposed to be. And so I doubt your faith in me. . Chorus:.
Spoke to my god today asked him why he'd gone away. Hitched on a rocket ride into the sun. He said "Son I've got one for ya down there in California. Just take a look around at all you've done".