1-2-3. When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out. And the people gather 'round and they all begin to shout. "Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud. It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.
A friend of mine he pointed out to me. That who I've become. Is not the same person that I used to be. A friend of mine he pointed out to me. That I'm not the same as I used to be.
I'm happy to report my long standing last resort,. ended by just stopping short of mr burning like a torch,. stepoff,. stand back cause it's a fact I've got a match and all my fingers crossed behing my back..
I know you'll be around. short sighted and undecided. and you'll know where I'll be found. Just another day of smoking cigarettes. apathetic, and just plain pathethic.
Do you see me out there. Getting ready to go. Packing my frustrations away. I can always go for miles and still don't know. Why my disappointments always stay,.
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee. Lousy with virginity. Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed. I can't; I'm Sandra Dee. . Watch it! Hey I'm Doris Day. I was not brought up that way.
And I swear it's the last time. And I swear it's my last try. And we'll walk in circles around this whole block. Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks.
Now listen up and hear what i'm saying. If he's not talking to himself. Then he must be praying. Shine my shoes and ask for a dime. Then pick my pockets while i'm in line.
Something's not right. Urban sprawl from urban blight. Something's not right. When history turns into a building site. Locked out. Fenced up. Closed down without a sound.
Give us any chance we'll take it. Leave us any rule we'll break it. We're gonna make our dreams come true. Doin' it our way. . Nothings gonna turn us back now.
Going back and forth inside my shut up brain again. You gotta let her go, gotta let her go. Worlds apart, I'm torn apart, I'll stall up my senses. You gotta let her go, gotta let her go.
Tonight I'll be wiping my slate clean. I''ll be clearing out those clouded memories. 'Cause I don't to keep living in the past. And I can't stand how I always do that.
I met her in the morning, and my heart stood still. A do run run run, a do run run. Somebody told me that her name was jill. A do run run run, a do run run.
I couldn't help but think back to the advice. That I got from my dad a few times. He said"...time goes by so fast in a blink of an eye. So never close your eyes...".
Last one out of Liberty City: Burn it to the ground.. . I know(x3). I know just who I am. and What's in my head is that I don't really give a damn. Just who you think I am.
Dear, you won't answer me, did you honestly think I'd ever leave?. If you'd somehow just believe me. You've gotta know right now that these words still sting.
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Ideals are like opinions and beliefs just like tradition. Sometimes both are not enough. Faded stickers and crumpled flyers. They've become the reminder.