: Well this is just between us but between us let's get high In pictures I have seen her and to see her is truly fine She's on fire She's on fire Flowers
: I need a sign to let me know you're here All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere I need to know that things are gonna look up 'Cause
around at what I got And without you, it ain't a lot But I got every, with you, everything Maybe you could pollinate over the Golden Gate Take a left hand turn at
: Well there ain't much entertainment In a town this size at all So I've got myself up, dressed for this arraignment Cause I don't think I'm ready for
: To be that good, it must be taxin' No such thing as satisfaction You're makin' things happen while I'm relaxin' Like a Sunday afternoon My dad used
: When it rains it pours and opens doors And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry And in the midst of sailing ships we sink
: Sleepless nights and endless days And all I do is promise to change my ways Leave the lights on, you know I'll pretend you're on you're way You used
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: I remember when every other day was bad You were my brother, so tall was all you had. Sireno was dead but we had you instead Now I remember our precious
: (Ron Wood, Rod Stewart) In the mornin' don't say you love me, 'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door I know your name is Rita 'cause your perfume
feel Like they're all kinda friends in a way No best friend, well one but she's crazy Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy The last of six kids that
all faded And that heaven is overrated Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were looking at
: Whose eyes am I behind? I don't recognize anything that I see Whose skin is this design? I don't want this to be the way that you see me I don't understand
- But I call me a fool They call me free - But I call me a fool Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me No, no, no So I pray in May
Her brother is a fine mediator for the President Well here she is again on the phone Just like me hates to be alone We just like to sit at home, and
Whose eyes am I behind? I don't recognize anything that I see Whose skin is this design? I don't want this to be the way that you see me I don't understand
I ain?t no new sensation, no, no But I?m better than I ever been I ain?t no new sensation, no, no But I?m better than I ever been Take a look at my situation
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