ALL THAT I WANT / C21. . I just need you to know. That everytime you walk into a room I get a feeling. And I try to make it show. But every now and then it seems as though you don't believe it.
written by Wayland Holyfield, Kent Robbins. She's history. Don't ruin good beer with tears. Get up off those knees. She ain't coming back jack. And if you think she will.
When it rains it pours. And man it's really comin' down. . Feels like the weight of the whole world. Knocked me to the ground. . And that's when she takes me in.
She underdressed for the occasion. She wants to go back home and change. A maid of honor wearing waitress shoes,. Just looks strange. Her little brother's getting married.
Through the trials and through the pains. I will be your healer man. Through the storm and through the rain. I will surely be your arm. Would you truely take my hands.
I left Lawrence, Kansas,. At the age of seventeen,. To chase down my own version,. Of the American dream... Cowboy boots, a tie-dye dress,. In Mom's ol' mini-van:.
Down here where everything's crazy. The whole world's falling apart. Don't start believing that my love. Will find you, right where you are. . It'll be alright tonight.
Sunny days are gone,. Holding tight to what I've left for so long,. I can't hide away from the pain,. I carry on.... Will you take my hand?. Or will you turn away?.
It's two in the mornin'. I'll tell you why I'm awake. There it goes, that creepy feelin' again. 'Round in my head. Again, here in my head. . Here in the darkness.
It's a thing that's worth having. Yes I would. Buys you your life sir. If it could. . I. I want you. Autonomy. . It leaves us all wondering. And it should.
Your looks, my charm. My own imagination. My loves, your hates. Your own infatuation. . Are everything. Are everything. . My hopes, your fears. Your only limitation.
I'm a poor man deep in my pocket. But in my heart I'm a millionaire. But a perfect sense of direction. Ain't no use if you're going no where. . You're like a whacky man's walk on.
Ahh, ahh, ahh. Tonight, ahh, ahh. . Object movers have done nothing on me. Take me to the party, I just want to feel free. I won't pass the bastard's nightmares into another Sunday.
This is to you receiver. An important item we say. Nobody will believe you. We make the facts today. . There is no propaganda. There is no proper facts.
Wait here, go there. Come in, stay out. Be yourself, be someone else. Obey the law, break the law. . Be ambitious, be modest. Plan ahead, be spontaneous.
Holy man get you hands down out of 25 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!. Go ahead and leave ya. When she said to see me. Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby. Right on your gun, Believe me.
Here in Monday seems like Friday. Happened just the other day. Tuesday faked for Friday morning. Then it started up again. . What would I do Monday's through.
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Originally performed by Moonspell. . Mother Tongue speaks to Me. In the strangest way I've ever seen. I know that she sees in Me. Her proudest child, her purest breed.