1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
Here we are midair off of the cliff staring down at the end again but then again maybe we're finally on the road that's heading away from all your complaining
Here I am, writing my last song for you Hear the words carefully And you'll see it's you I'm leaving Don't want to be the one to tell you That I can't
Don't you know it doesn't matter Who you are or what you'd really like to be Cause it's all without your mind And you weren't born blind And you don'
When I lost my way You were my light When the others wronged me You did me right When I look in your eyes Don't tell me lies You tell me the truth Your
Today is my birthday And all that I want is to dig through this Big box of pictures in my kitchen Till the daylights gone This one here is my momma With
Once had a friend who I loved from my heart But I went on and left her for I'd made a start Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts Take
Take my hand, touch my face Let me feel your embrace Let me see in your eyes That you won?t say goodbye Just tell me how you feel I don?t know what you
This song, your song is the last song I'll ever do For you about me 'cause your games are through I won't think, I won't breathe, I won't even close my
Lost his own, taken down All his songs Till his all alone And all our love was harmed Except for you I'm only young, favorite son Say you tried, take
Under the dark I'm growing Cut by the light that goes to nowhere I don't want salvation I feed my vice with simple isolation and Observation Nameless
Written by billy burnette. Oh go now and tell the world about it Stop this show now There's too few here to die We don't want war now Just go on out
This is a sound, the here and the now You've got to talk, to talk, to talk, to talk To get it all out, I listen, I listen, I listen But you're out of
Pintada, no vacia: pintada esta mi casa del color de las grandes pasiones y desgracias. Regresara del llanto adonde fue llevada con su desierta mesa,
This may be the last thing that I write for long Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song For you and only you? As I leave, will you be someone
Days of devils, kings and clowns Angel songs and birthday tunes Valentines and wishing wells Magic stairways, monns and jewels Silly rhymes and monkey
I wish my life was this song 'cause songs they never die I could write for years and years, never have to cry I?d show you how I feel without saying a