(Oh) (Yeah) (Come on) There's a new groove That's going around. You don't have to dance, You can do it sittin' down. You can get the groove By clappin
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
She stares down empty streets and cries How all her dreams have dried up and gone away and she feels... One day her life might change its ways. Until
Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It's pretty clear, though
He cut your strings so that he could float Lit by lights, lifted by alcohol Over acres of loving coast Far away from your lonely ghost Now he?s cool
If there's somethin' you need All that you'll never, ever, ever had I know you've never had it Ohh honey, don't you just sit there cryin' Don't you sit
Orange river glides through the saddle of the park an icy day in March cuts the clouds they push apart I'd rather be on fire, rather be on fire, fire
Take my sword from the slaughter. Melt it down into vapor, and my armor, too. I hear hot blood flap and flutter from your temple to shoulder, and all
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It's pretty clear, though you
He cut your strings so that he could float - lit by lights, lifted by alcohol - over acres of loving coast, far away from your lonely ghost. Now he’s
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Hey save from food to run the label and yeah mending shoes to repair the van holidays or an amp that works a family or on tour with friends doing shit
