Hey, you're awake. And you keeps you where you wanted to be known. That's alright, you know that you've been framed. All the way. And it keeps you where you wanted to be known.
Tell me why?. We wont fight.. Are we wrong?. You worked hard for the wounds.. . So! Were we owed an ira to be whole?. We were robbed of the right.. . Come as you were.
Hey! You're awake!. And it keeps you where you're born to be,. You're afraid... he's afraid!. And it keeps your wants a-wanting.... Oh, let go!. You're the only thing that keeps you well controlled,.
Reign, far from the river. Reign, far from the garden oh.... . He won't suffer. I'm underwater. I'll hold you. . So while you cry my love. I never wanted sorrow or pain.
Why-why-why-you've got ass breath!. {*scratched: "And now a word from our sponsor"*}. You've got ass breath! You've got ass breath!. You've got ass breath! {*"A word from our sponsor"*}.
Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to your purses!. Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!. The song ended and the onlookers did roar.
Hours before the dawn when cold winds offered comfort. A darkness hangs in the air a seething for the night. The screams of fallen angels. I've learned to love it here.
[Intro]. Ohhhh. (I like this right here...yeah). (Carl Thomas). Ohhhh. (Sounds so good..don't you agree?...yeah). (The bad boy of Soul). (Chicago's own..Carl Thomas).
Uh girl, I love you I love you. Place no one above you. Can't you see that you're the one for me. And I, don't think that I want to. Fill this life without you.
LETS STEP. (verse 1). I CANT EVEN PICTURE MYSELF. BEING WITH ANYONE BUT YOOOOU. I WOULD MUCH RATHER BE. ALL BY MYSELF. IF I COULDNT BE WITH YOU. BECAUSE.
All my love (all my)yeah,. All my money(all my). All my time(my time). All our life(everyday til I'm old and grey). All my heart(all my,all my)all my mind..
More kisses babe, more hugs. And I'm showing you more love. And I'm sensitive to your fears. Hope I'm answering your prayers. . Oh Lord, guess I'm yours if you're sure.
Agape. Please don't dissipate. I know that I have got it all wrong. I'm reaching out. To touch your voice. But baby, I'm clutching at straws. Even though.
We built our home out on the slopes. Pompeii beneath, she lay above. How she haunted our home. How she haunted our home. . You were a god in my eyes. Above the clouds, above the skies.
Auld Wives Lifts. Auld Wives Lifts. How have you got here?. Where do you come from?. What do you tell?. . I see his face. I see his face. Carved deep in the stone.