faraway Ill be waiting for you So what I wouldnt give For a tall pint of gasoline To take away everything maybe your love some day So please just stay away Away from here
: Benny lost faith in a gambling spree. Had to leave this place -- get away from me. We'll meet again. Maybe introduced as friends. He'll come around
a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh away And I can do
visions of makin' a classic Then my wall turned black,like I was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses It's kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West Comin back from
crumbling under my feet I see smoke for miles around Oh it's enough to make you weep, all that remains of the main street Up in the park on Sunday, dogs
people live dying Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want And other times you'll give away what
that windy day And if one day she comes to you Drink deeply from her words so wise Take courage from her As your prize And say hello from me Ah ah ah...
: Jesus stole my baby Jesus stole my girl He took her away for an hour every sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days
drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling Alone here
Watching you burn (put on my best Sunday dress) - ay-ah Watching you burn - ay-ah Watching you burn (put on my best Sunday dress) - ah Put on my best Sunday
poor taylor she just wanders around, unaffected by the winter winds and shell pretend that shes somewhere else, so far and clear about two thousand miles from here
in Tokyo Id rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku There?s something wrong with me, I?m a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin? every moment I was high from
go. One sweet dream-- Pick up the bags and get in the limousine. Soon we?ll be away from here; Step on the gas and wipe that tear away. One sweet
Here's my hat, Horace! I'm staying where I'm at, Horace! Dolly will never go away... [Horace:] Wonderful woman! [Both:] Again. . . [Townspeople:] Put on you Sunday
: shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves, and I'll stain the clean that you've been counting, old Mr.. Fletcher passed by here today, after
epic holiday However far this Takes us along Take us away it's just one epic holiday On the Sunday rain like a lonely ghost And the furthest point from here
let him call me He put the Prada bag with the Prada heels wid it The Louis dufflebag had about a mil in it From here to Trinidad, man I shoulda been wid
