She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah She was a really good friend A really good friend to me, yeah But they took her away Tossed
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Blown and shot out beyond belief Arms and legs were in the trees I've seen and done things I want to forget Coming from an unearthly place Longing to see a
heaven knows how i longed for this ever since we kissed anticipation is killing me cause i wanna be your favorite fantasy won't you talk to me, tell me
s a blessing and a curse And I don't know what's worse And that's what hurts. Sometimes I wanna run Sometimes I feel just like a fool Sometimes I
Everyday I get a little closer And everything I'm made of starts to melt away I see the signs but I can't quite make the words out All I want is to be
on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let ?em out I'm not afraid to cry every once in a
makes me dance He'll sleep and he'll rise In the light of two eyes that adore him Bore him it might But he won't leave my sight for a glance In every
on the roof of this empty house That don?t bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out I?m not afraid to cry every once in a
Smiley, star of daytime television, and I'm here to buy a pie! Mike: Mr. Smiley, you're here to buy a pie? Guy Smiley: (pointing to pie on counter
just about kill it, won't it Maybe we should call a truce We could, but what's the use That just about does it, don't it Maybe we should call a truce
Well, our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio You
I add two and two The most simple addition Then swear That the figures are lying I'm a much better comic then mathematician Cause I'm better on stage
'm sure you never meant to leave me hurtin' But I guess the urge to go got out of hand So you left without a word of explanation I hope somehow you know
know (What makes a man?) Think I might know (What makes a man?) I think I might know, ohh (What makes a man?) (What makes a man?) Think I might know (What makes a
sit up, she push me down i sit up She push me down i get up Then i act like im a hit her But im a better nigga She cant find a better nigga, naw [chorus
Japanese John, his slight face fur Still just as confused still just as sure He's still just as charming, points out the view As he hands your wage to
through hell and high tide I can surely rely on you? And yet you start to recoil Heavy words are so lightly thrown But still I'd leap in front Of a