I'm headed for the top now. You can't bring me down. I'm searching for something. In life that can't be found. If you got the answers. Then I got the questions.
All the bullshit that I see. so much I can't believe. grown man just tryin' to be true to myself impossibly. I may not ever get rich. might wind up diggin' a ditch.
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Stone Fox Dan was a Romeo man. Made a livin' sellin' marijuana. He went around turnin' all the good lookin' women on. He wore a feather in his hat and drove a big black Caddy.
Brown eyes, you're beautiful and you're all mine. I want you like you want me - all the time. . Don't say that you don't want me, don't make me run away.
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Come on down, off of your cloud. Why just be a face in the crowd. You can remember that once upon a love affair. Your heart was warm, your lips were tender; and I didn't care, baby.
INTRO:. . My baby! (Banda-lay-la, my love). I need ya! (Banda-lay-la, my love). Oh, oh, I want ya! (Banda-lay-la, my love). Hold on! I'm comin' for ya.
Isn't it time you tell me am I loosing my touch. The hurt you put on me girl, is more than enough. You were so good to me girl needed you to go on. We had ourselves a good thing is it over and done.
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I was feeling nostalgic for the days when. My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.. I remember the feeling of the museless existence. Of the drunk, bored and listless,.
Bodies made of slugs and guts. Rusted bench seats been stuck in ruts full of bodies. Made of slugs and guts. Sludged all the way through the mud to orate to some.
Bodies made of slugs and guts. Bodies made of slugs and guts. Rusted bench seats been stuck in ruts full of bodies. Made of slugs and guts. . Sludged all the way through the mud to orate to some.
Doner wrappers unwrapped and extinguished. Crotch of a rollie inside yellow fingers. Nothing lasts but nearly everything lingers in life. . Cellphone service is not that expensive.
Nothing makes my heart so wild as being. In possession of a potent night. Racing down the stairs in a nude descension. Shedding and discarding my hide.
So this is how it goes?. Well I, I would have never known. And if it ends today. Well I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone. . Now I think we're taking this too far.
I climb, I slip, I fall. Reaching for your hands. But I lay here all alone. Sweating all your blood. If I could find out how. To make you listen now. Because I'm starving for you here.
Well, she lives in a fairy tale. Somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell. Of the world that she's left behind. It's all about the exposure.
I climb, I slip, I fall. Reaching for your hands. But I lay here all alone. Sweating all your blood. If I could find out how. To make you listen now. Because I'm starving for you here.