I can't go to work. The boss is a jerk. I ain't got time for this school. The fuckers are fools. I'm going to...explode. I've had it!. . I lie around with the tv on.
** I was looking for a lover. Living underneath the sun. I thought I was the other. When I knew I was the one. . * caught a handle on the rising sun. Took a day to rise and fall.
Instrumental. Instrumental. Instrumental. Instrumental. Instrumental. Instrumental. Instrumental. Instrumental.
I put my fist through the door. I hate myself for you. . I love you. . Suspicion rules my very soul. My knife is sharp, my thougths are cold. . I love you.
I don't care - gonna fuck you anyways. don't care - your boyfriend's here anyways. don't care - is that a tampon on anyways. don't care - well you're gross anyways.
Sun's coming up and I can't decide. To spill my emotions or keep them inside. Go for a drive, go to the store. I'm looking for something that can't be bought there.
I can see you. You can see me. I can hear you. You can hear me. I can feel you. You can feel me. . I can see you. You can see me. I can hear you. You can hear me.
You play the fool again*. And hide behind your friends. You say you walked away. But that's not on your face. You're waiting for the sign. To leave them all behind.
From where I was standing. It was hard to see, hard to see. But what has always been. Will forever be, forever be. . And now you're running down my spine.
In a crowded little club on a September night,. We drank from the bottle that we called LIFE,. But we had no idea one day it'd end up a mess like this..
Izzy was a tailor down the lower east side. The very man to top you off with dignity and pride. His mother wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston Street.
När jag tänker tillbaka på min barndom. Ser jag skräckbilder tydligast av allt. Ja, de gånger de skrämde eller slog mig. Är de minnen som hårdast sitter fast.
Quisiera terminar ya de sufrir. pues se mui bien. que nunca estaras conmigo. pero esta vez que puedo aser. te enteras de mi peor castigo. . y soar contigooo,.
Lyrics: b.phillips/d. bassett/s. solomon. . Don't tell me that I'm not you. Cause I am of course. And you know it doesn't matter. But you want it to. .
This wine, your eyes. Matching so sublime. And I'm sure I pour divine boy. Yes with grace, I'll throw it in your face. And make 'm laugh in a very public place.
I know how you feel, you need someone. Liberty wont hurt anyone. Im feeling your breath on my bed. Take your shirt off, open your legs. . Lay down, take it all out theres nothing to hide.
It's almost summer. And I can almost feel that sweet sunshine. Pourin' out this heart of mi-i-i-i-i-i-ine. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh. . Yes it's almost summer.
Time... rolling along with the waves,. A thousand miles away. Holding you close in the rain,. Seems just like yesterday. . Lost... hope in a faraway place.