Well, I'm sitting in the bar doing lift home deals. With the last two drinkers in a skirt and high heels. One of them's a girl, the other one I'm not so sure.
Got a postcard from Elvis. It was postmarked Guam. Said, he was workin' in a little cafe. Where he met Yvonne. . Said, the lights from the kitchen. Didn't bother him much.
Louise, when I first saw you. All the dreams that I had lost came true. Louise, we fell in love, so hard. And it was all too easy doing what we used to do.
I dunno how many miles I'm away from you. But I know the phone calls costs a lot. Now I'm sitting in my room, kicking in the TV. 'Cause I swallowed everything I got.
Dear Father. I know You are the Lord. But I need to do a deal with You. And it's nothin' You can't afford. . Give me the girl with the bluebird. Tattooed on her breast.
Fateful day. Fateful day. Fateful day. Fateful day. . If it hadn't been for whiskey. I'd be free as any bird. To fly away so far away. If they say that I went crazy.
Is there a telephone in the hotel?. I'd like to call a friend. It's half past five and I'm half alive. I need someone's ear to bend. . So I give her a call.
Danielle, Danielle, Danielle. So far away. Goodnight, sweet dreams. The world is well. Danielle, Danielle, Danielle. . Lookin' through your photograph.
Chambers said to Barlow in their last night on death row. Come on brother, take my hand and don't you cry. We are in a foreign land and it's time to die.
Does he know about how I can't get to sleep at night. Does he know about all this pain and tears I cry. Does he know about the things I done. Everything under the sun.
FOR SUCH A NOBEL CAUSE, IT'S ALMOST A WORTHLESS DEED!. A DELIBERATE ACT OF HUMAINTY, WITHIN HUMAN FATALITY!. A BOARDERLIN INSANE DEPICTION, OF VOLUNTARY HUMAN EXTINCTION!.
Refrain:. Now this is a song for the rockers, who rock harder, and they take their rock music farther.... . Verse #1:. You can't step up to me. I got the power of rock, hiding up my sleeve..
Verse #1:. HE PLAYS ACOUSTICAL GUITAR. AND NOT EVEN THAT GREAT. HIS FRIENDS FIGHT ALL HIS BATTLES. TO MUSIC, HE'S A WASTE. AND EVEN THOUGH HE THINKS HE'S SCREAMO.
Verse #1:. The color's vibrantly shining, yet they're turning dull and gray(OK). The dead space is convincing, The singing whispers of my hate. Erase the form lines blindly, color the shady paint by numbers.
Verse #1:. SO! A bleeding civilian, a murder victim. A criminal on the run, a world sicked. White collar crime, a stagnated time. A hero held captured, a leader pantomimed.
Verse#1:. You can blow up Washington D.C.. You can burn Hawaii to the ground. You can invade Russia. BUT DON'T TOUCH NETHERLANDS NOW!. . Chorus x4:. Don't drown Amsterdam.
Verse #1:. Maybe when our soliders drown. In the rivers of tears they've reluctantly found,. That we will wake up to this place that hate has built just for us..
Brokenhearted, misused and abused. I've shed some tears of joy and pain. I've gone through the fire and the rain. See I am facing trials that I've never been in.
When the fog is deep enough. When I hardly see the way. I can hear the crazy laugh. I can feel the voices say:. In fog, in fog, in fog, in fog.. . Lazy move inside my head.
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