there's something that's been on my mind. that's why i've wasted all my time. being with a selfish girl like you. there's something that i've gotta say.
You left a guy who told you where to be and when. I was with a girl who tried to sleep with my best friend. We both took comfort in each others messy lives.
Abe:. Being hated is the worst feeling there is!. . Monty:. Ho ho ho ho! Youve got it all wrong, my friend. Once you see it my way youll understand that being hated is the greatest feeling in the world!.
1871 was the year underneath an October sky. When a windy city man had set out with a plan to set a fire but nobody knows why. So Pegleg headed out back with a match and a bucket of kerosene.
There's something buried deep between these lines that you will never see. It's something that they don't want us to figure out. Were suffocating under all the lies and picture perfect smiles.
late night. long day. somehow it's never quite enough. and maybe. i'm lazy. it's been so long sometimes i feel like giving up. . so now i'm staying up all night.
Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all. Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all.
Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all. Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all.
Ive been sitting here for hours. a burning image of you in my mind. finding comfort in the words you say. but its not the same. . I know you're worth the wait.
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The conversation died last night,. On the heels of another fight,. And you had so much more to say yeah,. . And now my telephone is blind,. I put my bottle on rewind,.
I've been run down and I've been lied to.. And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.. She took all my money, wrecks my new car.. Now she's with one of my good time buddies,.
it was just another boring friday night. when things got a little out of control. a record player and some cds. is what he stole. . well he claims he wiped the finger prints.
They call it stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad. They call it stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday's worse. And Thursday's all so bad.
you said, you know that I will always. be there for you.. you said, youd be a sympathetic ear,. any time I wanted to talk.. . theres no disguising the truth.
there's a broken needle scratchin my 45 collection. through a burned out, blown 2-speaker combination. . there's nothin left to do but crank it up loud.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door. . I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,.
sing your song with sweet caresses,. enchanted voice holds no surprise.. drawn up on the rocks and grounded,. flotsam on a ebbing tide.. tales are told by sailors smiten,.
i met this girl the other day. sitting alone on the wednesday train. i said, "what's wrong? you look so sad.". . she said she's got something inside. that she's not willing to confide.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand. That I was born a ramblin' man.