She is an American car She isn't legal so she can't go far She got her mind stuck up in second gear Where she going ain't exactly clear Baby please,
(Carole Boyer Sager/Melissa Manchester) I wake up and see The light of the day Shining on me Make my own time It's mine to spend Think to myself
Take the short way home You?ve been makin? up your mind And I can save you from the trouble that your heart is goin? through And I can tell you what
And here's a story about being free
Jason Derulo Check that out, what they playin'? That's my song, that's my song Where my drinks? I've been waiting Much too long, much too long And this
One day I know We'll find a place of hope Just hold on to me Just hold on to me Walk tight, one line You're wanted this time There's no one to blame Just
[Verse 1] Now that our family's here Friends who are dear with us It's time to trim the tree We light the fire It's Christmas Eve Welcome to the
Robert Allen / Al Stillman Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine
I spend all my nights waiting for your call It feels like don'cha? Pictures of us hanging on my wall, I can't take them down It's like our thoughts are
I remember the day I caught the train I was standin? out at the rail road crossing soakin? wet with rain Now I realized fortune and fame is not for me
Hey man, follow your daughter home Hey man, follow your daughter home Hey man, follow your daughter home Keep her out of trouble Follow your daughter
When my work here is over and trials come no more On that great day I'm going home To live forever more, just over on heaven's shore When my life here
There's comin' a day when the world shall melt away And Jesus shall come to claim His own No more tears, no pain, no woe, in this wicked world below Then
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(southside johnny and the asbury jukes (better days) Written by bruce I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know
Hey, this is the story of a young?n dreamin left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin? big city on his own sh-t but every now and then a n-gga
I can't kiss the telephone, I can't hug your picture And these postcards just remind me how far away you are There's two thousand miles of highway lyin
Me & my girl both highed up In the stip club at the bar lining shots up When this one bitch walk past us Me & her eyes touched, hers & mine In such a