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My Beating Heart
You ask how I feel and I lie. But you know the answer. Words mean nothing. Read my eyes they say everything. I can't hide the truth although I've tried.
Moments Of Love
That brought you to my life. So long ago. Now he comes again. With arms to take you back. But I can't let go. When I look back. Over time. Over a million days in my life.
'move To This'
These lyrics were taken from the album. They are the exact lyrics printed on. the album J-card or sleeve. All spellings, punctuation and typographical.
My Kind Of Song
STUCK IN TRAFFIC ON MY WAY TO TOWN. THE MUSIC'S PLAYING BUT IT'S WAY. DOWN. IT'S AWFUL PRETTY BUT IT DON'T SAY. A THING TO ME. THE SINGER DOESN'T KNOW THE.
My Holiday (save Me)
This is my holiday. It's ten-thousand miles. across these twenty-seven states. . your voice is echoing. your everywhere I go. and everyone I see. . And you said.
Move On
Three thirty still waitin. This doubt with shadows fading. Leads tired eyes straight to the door. . Her footsteps uneasy. Right to her knees she's pleading.
More Drugs
And I'll tell you something else right now. I have the solution to the drug problem in this country. Nobody wants to hear it, but I have it. Not less drugs... more drugs. Get more drugs, and give 'em to the right fucking people. Mmm mm, 'cause every time you hear about some famous guy overdosing on drugs, it's always some really talented guy. It's always like Len Bias, or Janis Joplin, or Jimi Hendrix, or John Belushi. You know what I mean? The people you wanna have overdose on drugs never would! Like Motley Crue would never fucking overdose man, never! You could put them in a room with two tons of crack. They come out a half an hour later, "Rock on, man!" "Shit, they're still alive. Fuck! They're probably gonna make a double live album now, goddamn it!".
Merry F@#%in' Christmas
Old Saint Nick's got Bourbon breath. It's so cold you could catch your death. A cop sold me some crystal meth. . It's a merry fuckin' Christmas. . Everything's so Criss-muss-ee.
Meat
I love to smoke. I love to smoke and I love to eat red meat. I love to eat raw fucking red meat. Nothing I like better than sucking down a hot steaming cheese burger and a butt at the same time. I love to smoke. I love to eat red meat. I'll only eat red meat that comes from cows who smoke, ok!? Special cows they grow in Virginia with voice boxes in their necks. "[VB] Moo".
Miles
We'll get in my car around 10:30 that night. For the New York city skyline, destination of our sights. It's the biggest healing session that I've had for some years.
Meant To Be
And the furniture was painted. From natural wood to olive green this year. And the bedroom was done over. To keep up with the fashion of the time. . And through the doorway there's a couch where.
My Only Fascination
(transcribed by Tish). . My sweet inspiration. Everything I hoped to be. You're the dawn that rises for me. My summer wind from the sea. . Some lucky day.
Mad Desire
On the corner. Staring at the street again. Stormy weather. Like the clouds before the break to rain. Through my head. Images I've red. Here I am. Watching light reflecting in my face.
My Last Sunrise
The lamb, the rose. The don't exist. The lamb, the rose. They don't exist. . These are my last words--I need to rest. In fear and anger, I'll lay down my head.
March Of The Norse
Dethroned Worlds On Fire Under The Ice. All Who Shall Be Men Soon Come To Rise. I'm A Man Of Mountains I Stand My Side. A Man Of The Forests A Man Of Pride.
Marie Jolie
Marie Jolie. Sometimes I feel. That I am alone. And I wonder what I'd do. If I couldn't turn to you, you are all my life and more. Take this love I give,.
My Sorrow
I dragged her lifeless body to the deepest seas. Please show me the way out of this fucking hell. You could guide me to heaven with this sorrow. I have fallen into darkness, my so called home.
My Music
Dis dat soso def shit. . Make my music for the boyz with the O's. The old school pro's in the strip club. Make my music for the boyz with the O's. The old school pro's in the strip club.
Mr. Feel Good
Shake them show the shawty work that back. Twist it like a houla hoop show me where is at. Shake-shake-shake-shake-shake-shake. Work-work-work-work-work, twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist-twist.
Mister Chicken
Mister Chicken by Deluxe. Good morning ladies. Today we will be having a delightful piece of deep fried chicken,. Chicken, chicken. Deep fried chicken,.
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