Pre>e a f#m. God bless the men who've learned to put their lives upon the line,. D b7 g#m. And God bless the men who've learned to sip the sacrifical wine,.
Sit by my side, come as close as the air. And share in a memory of gray. And wander in my words. Dream about the pictures that I play of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
The snow's coming down. I'm watching it fall. Lots of people around. Baby, please come home. . The church bells in town. They're ringing a song. What a happy sound.
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees. When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze. That's when I wonder how sad a man can be.
Sleep, my love. Dream warm and hard and true. In pieces, in colors. In a cloud of awkward blue. . Hold, my hand. I feel the things you tell no man. Move through you, so easy.
I saw a foreign movie at my girlfriend's place last night. Through smooth pictures in a dream of black and white. Saw this girl with the clean soul of a maharani queen.
Yo, once the Mo start drippin' hoes start trippin'. Tell 'em my name Boo you know we all hittin'. But look mami I got 3 drinks in me stuck. And I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck.
(featuring Clipse, Fam-Lay & Rosco P. Coldchain). . [Pharrell in background]. . [Pharrell]. Yo, hah huh, yo tell em. . [Verse - Pusha T]. Kard' in me, I flow too angry for some.
It started out today. I feel alive and the air has changed. I'm not alone, I'm not alone. It's taken an age just to. Find a way but I made it through.
[Verse]. wake-wakin' up, in a lonely bed. bombs blowin' up. {sh*t it's the phone}. up in, in my head. . pick up the phone. {hello?}. it's those dulcet tones.
It's that time of year again. Plenty of Christmas cards to send. And the weather feels like twenty below. Trudging through the snow to work we go.. . Chorus.
A beautiful girl. A beautiful Irish girl. A beautiful girl, Cathleen. . And if the song that I write is no good. Won't you listen to it, please anyway?.
I'm broken down. I'm empty and lost. I'm torn apart. . I'm floating inside the darkness. The pain is freezing my eyes. . I'm paralyzed. . Oh.... You dreamt of me there.
to the tune of "Rosie" from Bye Bye Byrdie. . Raoul. I was never crazy for flowers,. I confess that nothing left me colder;. I could watch a daisy for hours.
Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat!. Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!. . Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets.
I say baby, lately ,. I know your feeling blue,. Gott'a keep your spirits high,. 'Coz the love you see is true ,. . I say baby, take me,. You have noting left to lose,.
I walk the streets of this ghost town city,. So shitty with my luck and how I broke down,. Aint it funny how it's always coming unstuck,. Clinging to my dumb luck swimming while my hope drowns,.
I've come to crash your party. And no, you can't decline. I've come to crash your party, girl. 'Cause you ruined mine. . I'm smashing all your records.
Round and round the dial turns. Your finger itches but your vanity hurts. And so you cross your friends off one by one. Either they're busy or they are no fun.
Cola vida virgin oil and a crystal chandelier. Glass of her don perignon and my paper cup of beer. I got burned by the fire we started together. Cut the thread that kept us forever.