I know what I'll say,. All over again.. If I had to love you,. I know what I'd do.. I know what I'll say,. All over again.. Things have changed,. How things have changed..
Saturday, I drove into town. In the co-op where your friends hang out. I heard one say "What's she doing here?". Well, I held my head up high, swallowed my bitter tears..
I walked the streets of this little town. Late last night when it all shut down. Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere. . Using my memory for a map.
Where'd you get the number. Where'd you get the matches. In a motel room. Were they lying in a drawer with your old. boyscott badges. I think I know the truth.
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle. And fades from the Midwest sky. And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze. As if to say goodbye. . Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man.
He ran hard, he ran fast. A fallen angel on a weekend pass. Never looked forward, never looked back. A blaze of glory down a one way track. . I hear the whistle.
You can't run from your blues. You can't waltz across Texas in a beat up Subaru. So I sat a bar down the street from Pete's garage. Then you walked in,like a long legged,sweet mirage.
Amis, parents, j'ai quitt. Le village o je suis n. Pour ne plus vivre enterr. Et puis surtout travailler. . En France je pensais trouver. Une belle femme pour me marier.
life as numb in every place. a run out bag to watch it fade. the waste in here, or what you see?. you tell me what you see. . pointless far and far from me.
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Stuck in line, I let it be. I see the beauty and the subtleties. The man he turns to me, a passing grin. No I belong to him in my imagination. . She almost didn't give you the message.
Cut out of the same rope. Moving in directions. You are the same but yet not I. . Jason:. Domesticate everybody c'mon. It's so normal and I like what you say.
On our picture shelves. Statues mocking me. Tell me how am I supposed to feel?. How am I not put at ease?. (Get on or get out). . Talk yourself to sleep.
It's Saturday night and I'm alone, I've made no future plans,. So I sit me down and I pull out the little old Man,. I ain't got a girlfriend and I don't have a date,.
I've been out walking. I don't do too much talking these days. These days -. These days I seem to think a lot. About the things that I forgot to do. And all the times I've had the chance to.
When we came inside. You asked me if I'm well. Living like this. . It gets you through the night. Sure you can, Mr. Bet's on the prowl again. It gets you through the night.
Color it tan. Color it black. I think they both go nicely. . Coloring man, stop stuttering man. You fall on the floor, it goes nicely. . But what were you thinking, it's July.
[Intro]. Yeah... Uh ha! Leggo!. . [v1]. On a sunday, a very sunny day. It was me walkin in the streets like any other day. Its just a short walk, to kill some time.
[v1: Masta]. ah, like a boss im goin' in. couple rounds, thought she couldn't handle it. got that bad bitch from last halloween. light her up, cuz i got that propylene.