You told me you loved me. Then turned and walked away. Said that you needed me. But you never meant to stay-ay. . Now that you want to come back. You think that I'll make you pay.
You know it won't take much. To change the way I feel. Sitting here all alone. The tears I can't conceal. Time has a way. Of making everything okay. .
How much is a ticket back to Georgia. Time for me to fetch a home. Headin' back down a railroad track of memory. Find that girl I left there all alone.
Finally found somebody. Now look around you. You can find somebody too. Never knew exactly. Who it was I was looking for. Till I found you. . And I can tell by the way she walks by.
This should be the last thing I will say to you. You should never hear my voice again. There is nothing more that I can say to you. But I can't seem to find another friend.
She was a girl all alone in the world. But she was young and she was free. She understood the supernatural. A real lady of mystery. She could feel the earth turning.
Take a hand, take a hand. You've got to let it show. Take a hand, take a hand. You've got to let her know. . Take a hand, take a hand. You've got to let it show.
Enjoy your summer in hell. . Nashville. In a coupe deville. I swear we drove. Through an oil spill. And the shacks on the road side. Trade hats for water jugs.
I drove a tank in on the left. I hid a rifle on the right. When she said, "I see a tunnel. And at the end I see a light". . I see fire on the water. On the right bank and the left.
This is television. Late night television. Scripted with precision. A corner store pulp fiction. Sits where your heart isn't. . But with your eyes so green.
You scream louder then fiction, and you get down on your knees.. And tear open your heart so I can love you and your disease.. Lick the hand that feeds you and kiss the blade that cuts..
I took away your reality. I took away all your memories. I gave up all the bliss that was made for you. . And now I'm sad 'cause I missed the time. And now I'm sad 'cause my words were dying.
My name is MC-H on an H-Blockx mission. We're playing a song about nuclear fission. An instrument of war and a source of energy. People do not see that it's our enemy.
This is not America. Not America. Not America. . No pain, no gain, is the flame in your brain. And I can't tell you, you can't do it'. You will taste the pain.
From the crack of the whip I attack. Front to back in this thing called rap. Diggi dig it like shovel rhyme Devil on a heavenly level. Bang the bass turn up the treble.
That tuesday night, turned 26 and I caught your smilelaid down my life, one kiss would take me through the nightI close my eyes, I feel your touch, I see you smileit's on my mind, it's just a dream I know, but why?.
looking for them streetcafslooking for that face, a night after a daya day I made love to empty dreamsand nothing's like what it seemsnothing's like what it seems to be nomore.
Verse 1:. The muthafucking torture - deadly killing muthafuckas -. and destroying them - the fucking toy in em - exploding. them bitch ass muthafuckas - in they muthafucking turtle.
Round and round and round again. Increasing circles, what a fun game!. We think we're different, we're not the same. As you and me and she and he. . And we always believed that we're something unique.
Hazel O`Connor - A. Karner. . I was drowning in my anger and my mystery,. someone once told me. it's a diver you must learn to be. so I dived to the bottom of the ocean.