You hang your clouds up over me. You show your love sarcastically. . You're always so happy. Whenever we disagree. . Why are you trying to rain on my parade?.
Lay your head upon my shoulder. Somehow I feel obliged. And I've never offered. This kind of art. . And love is appearance of justice. And harmony will come.
Some say it's wrong. But I don't know when. I'm unaware of things. I said then. . Never watch my mouth. I wish I knew the things. That I'm not supposed to say.
Sitting here on a southbound train but ain't nobody left to blame, and you know this, without even trying. Giving light to the one you love. You got broken both way over your head but you're seeing it, and that that ain't no lie.
I could have written a story out of those three words. But as it stands my organ's pumping notes to the skill of your smile. All the while I ask for flowers.
My inside's turning outside. My upside has no downside. My bright side has no dark side. . Trace my silver lining. Erase my silver lining. . My black cloud turns to sunshine.
Distance you far away from me. Your daylight's not my cup of tea. . I can't pretend that I have time to spend. My medication takes the pain away. I'm sleeping through one more hangover day.
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Hold up your end. And I'll hold up mine. Dancin' all the time. Dancin' all the time. And too late father. You know that that's for sure. You never find a way.
We've got a no brainer. Stuck it in a container. Took it out to litter. Realized it was a bitter pill no. Something to show. . No trouble no bother. Sacrifice no cannon fodder.
Sitting underneath the apple tree. I'm wiping all the dirt right off my knees. But, I don't mind. . Mr. deer is looking down at me. He says I've lost all of my dignity.
Anytime at all if you want to I'll understand,. We can all walk farther into the sun.. And I believe that sometimes if you wait just a little bit,. You'll find that everything's on the one.
My stepson has a gun. He shows me who's number one. He's aware of my welfare. He tells me he doesn't care. . He never listened to me. He turned his mom against me.
The land our forefathers was. A circle of love and trust. A golden smokin' victory. And who knew what the future would bring. . And now I'm at the end of the line.
If I had to start again. Where would I begin. Would I even want to try. I never like to look back. Because it throws me off track. And then I try to run and hide.
Holding out for troubled waters. Who knows where the course will tell you. You've got many fortunate beliefs. Like love your girl and love your mother.
Sometimes I think I want to run. Back to the place that I came from. . And I am trying to think. Why am I the missing link?. And I am trying to think. . ..
looking out for your way of life. looking out for your way of love. walking tall, in the light. moving forward with time to kill. moving forward was such a thrill.
Hang out backstage to be seen. 30 years old and a teen. Everyone wants to talk to me, they all give the look. I can get any chick I want 'cause I really cook.
i'll change the look on my face when i'm afraid. i'll scrape the ledge, too late, down the drain. and i'll pull the looking glass down on this side. to hide the raisin the size of my pride.