you ask me why and when, I will never tell Life was so muck stranger then but that's all gone to hell Make a start, make a start Open up the door In
out with June brides and fashion queens it's a story about a street named a??Decisiona?? lays open the skin with its painful incision your words
I heard the church bells ring almost I heard the choir sing But I hear now instead all those unkind words you said I remember every little thing Almost your heart
ships come sailing in White as the clouds on a windy day James I suppose would be in school James I suppose would be in school I was I was learning
turned his face with a ghastly pang And cursed me with his eye Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan With heavy thump, a lifeless
all mine and i built me a snug little shanty and i roofed it and floored it with pine i had a bronco,buckskin, like a bird he flew over the trail when
Caine: "Alone in the darkness I can hear the sweetest voice whispering words of surcease and I rejoiced! Who would dare speak to one so condemned as I
Alone in the darkness I can hear The sweetest voice Whispering words of surcease And I rejoiced! Who would dare speak to one so Condemned as I? Do you
can't hear Except what you tell him from a heart of fear And now you spit out words just to see Where they splatter upon me Die a little bit Die a little
I see the scars from a mad man's knife Marks on your wrist where he had you tied You try and tell me it doesn't mean a thing I hear the sad songs you'
go like a river they flow The first, the last, the future, the past YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU CAN HEAR ME 'cause I have a microphone!
't want to hear the words Here comes the bride (here comes the bride) I don't want to hear it, here comes the bride (here comes the bride) Here comes the bride
To put on some spice Please hear me prey I want you to stay As still as you can be [Chorus:] I gave you a taste and you want for more Let me come to
have whatever you want Through the nights and the days see I only want a girl that can give me (whatever you want) Work it out I wanna play can I hear
hills to the south Not a word did I hear from her that day Nor a kiss from her pretty young mouth But that was a gay happy winter We carved on a cradle
better things to do, and not a word of this to Paul, remember Paul, you know, the man I'm gonna marry, but I'm not, because I wouldn't ruin anyone
three, I started Hebrew school. At ten, I learned a trade. I hear they've picked a bride for me. I hope she's pretty. The son, the son! Tradition! The