"I care little for my body", she said. "I couldn't care less about my soul?. And as she led me upstairs in whispers. My whole summer turned cold. . I'll lead you upstairs, I'll lead you upstairs.
If the sky weren't lit, had to find my place. I would see your face in the door. If the sun would glint on the time we spent. All the time that ain't no more.
Oh Mary Jane. She step on a train. Head for the city lights. Yearning inside. To swim with the tide. And taste it, alright. Bag on her shoulder. Breathing the cold.
Baby, make like we did last summer. Baby, make like we did last year. . Dived, plunged into your eyes. Living every hour like a century. There will I always be.
Make me a boat. Away I'll float. Into the stillness of a pure blue sky. There's nothing here to hold me now. And I got no more tears to cry. . Grant me a wish just one more kiss.
I love your nervous fingers. Won't you fumble all night long. Let the morning air sting us. To rise and stumble on. And down the crooked pavements. The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf.
Lay down my head by the wayside. My worn out shoes. Quite why she went I can't decide. Yeah, but I sure could use. . One plate of food steaming and hot.
Slow voices speaking through a hurricane. Said that I wanted but I lied. You're looking good. Hey man I can't complain. Ghost on the road at night. . Seen him out walking he's just skin and bone.
Don't pay no mind to it. Oh let it blow. Break you up inside. If you don't let it go. Jeez what are you like honey. I don't know. . Recommended by my bank.
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I can't stand to fly. I'm not that naive. I'm just out to find. The better part of me. . I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane. More than some pretty face beside a train.
a beauty so bold and free. living ever so quietly. in this emerald paradise. i have heard from many a lad. that the 'Irish Rose' is also known. as the goddess of Irish descent.
In the bitter violet night. The stars wear sour grins. In the vastness of the black sky. I'm cradled in your arms. Unbridled by alarm. 'Cause I know the end is nigh.
three days spent staring at your photograph. read your letter made me laugh. but there's a shadow on the path. till i know if your love is real. 'cause it's not as if a lot was said.
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Just a little something for the pain. Hospital food getting you down?. Honey now I'm not one to complain. But this hangin' around. Is wearing me out. .
Holding you. . When you reach for me. in the middle of the night. or in the wee hours. of the morning. That is when i feel happiest. Because you are free.
Hold on to nothing. Hold on to coldest steel. It chills you down inside. When you see just what is real. Paste it up and tear it down. Move it on along the rushing road.
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Hold on. Hold on to me. Hold on. Hold on to me. Sometimes there's no easy way. Got to cause somebody pain. Watching you hit so hard on yourself. Cos you need someone to blame.