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Foo Fighters In Your Honor Disc 2

the hill Promise I will be forever yours Promise not to say another word Never mind what's done is done Always was a lucky one Promise I will be forever yours

: He needs a quiet room With a lock to keep him in It's just a quiet room And he's there He plays an old guitar With a coin found by the phone It was

I'm on the mend my friend I'm here And I'm on the mend I'm here And I'm on the mend my friend Was it you? Sat alone Here we go Close your eyes and

in two Feelin' like I do, Virginia Moon, I'll wait for you tonight And now our shades become shadows in your light In the morning wind we're through

: Wake up it's time We need to find a better place to hide Make up your mind I need to know I need to know tonight Sweet and divine Razor of mine Sweet

When she goes storming out I run for cover Rolling like thunder clouds Hanging above her Ring in the witching hour Spells that I'm singing Rain come

Crazy but i believe this time begging for sweet relief a blessing in disguise dying to to harm these tired eyes I've been losing sleep please come to

Restless little one Comfortable and warm Let me fall apart Crippled in your arms Chase me through the dark Ready on your mark First to reach the stars

the hill Promise I will be forever yours Promise not to say another word Never mind what's done is done Always was a lucky one Promise I will be forever yours