A threadbare alibi, a lifetime full of promise. Fell from my Mary's eyes as she saw the screen door swing. The baby never woke, he lay cradled in her trembling.
Love don't hang out in a grand hotel. Got no satin sheets, got no servant's bell. Ain't in Bel Air on some big old yacht. Ain't in a beach house on Monserrat.
Quarter past 2. Still heading in. Still hasnt effected me in the least. . 7 'o clock I punch my time card. 7 'o clock I punch my time card. . Another days time slowly goes by.
I broke into your house last night,. I crept in through your window.. I was too quiet for you to hear me. And as you finished up your dreams you rose to me beside your throat..
As if your the one to talk. Trying to take what you dont have. Whatever made you so jealous. Im tired of being quiet. Im sick of writing the songs that make you think that you're so special.
I guess I could say without you I'm nothing. But that wouldn't be true cause I've gotta be something. Since I once lived without you. Before your hand ever found mine.
Im tired of all these questions. You leaving me thinking youre teaching me a lesson. Im tired of all these games. Of being wrong and feeling ashamed. .
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These nights are getting longer by the day. every hour that we waste is an eternity alone. hold fast, we're inviting our collapse. and our house of cards can't stand up on it's own.
Yeah?. . Woke up this morning and found myself in bed.. My knowledge of the blues is somewhat nil.. I dreamt about about a love-affair. In far-off B(y)uda-Pest..
Jeden Tag zum Frhstck it er. seine essigsaueren Schweinskncherl. im Zwiebelsud. In dnnem Rinnsal. luft Schwei aus dem Hut,. die Gesichtsseite entlang in den Kragen..
Manchmal hat man die Schnauze. so gestrichen voll, da man sich am. liebsten verabschieden wrde,. von dem ganzen Wahnsinn.. Aber das ist das Leben!. Ich habe Sehnsucht.
I got something I know you want. You say that I'm the sweetest lover your cherry bomb. You got something you know I need. I say that you're my favorite honey you make me sweet.
LBJ took the IRT. Down to 4th Street USA. When he got there. What did he see?. The youth of America on LSD. LBJ IRT. USA LSD. LSD LBJ. FBI CIA. FBI CIA.
Plan for your leisure. Through the long cool night. That sleeps into day. Gave you part of my paradise. But then you locked me up and flattened the key.
I got life, mother. I got laughs, sister. I got freedom, brother. . I got crazy ways, daughter. I got headaches and toothaches. And bad times too like you.
Seasons are changing. The evening's closing in. Buy a small house down. Where everything looks bright. And cleaned so right. I hope I can see you. You seem so far away.
I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe in love. I believe that now is the time. For all good men. To believe in love. I believe that now is the time.
Humari Zindagi Kya Hai. Hey... Shaooray Zaat Ki Khaatir Hi. Bus Ek Azmaish Hai. . Humari Larzishain. Hum Ko Sikhaati Hain. . Nai Raahain. Dikhati Hain.