Saturday night, just got paid I'll make my exit to the city I'm on a high speed getaway Reach my hand in the bag And I'm ready to roll Out on the run,
Well life can be a little hard sometimes, you do what you gotta do A lot depends on the luck a man has and the cards that's been dealt to you I'd fold
I can't tell you how it happened So I guess we'll never know I'm always late and running out of time So I must be very slow Someone must have smoked
Twenty four, three hundred sixty five Make you cry, love I wanna rich, poor, sickness, health Till death do us part, I want that kind of love It'd be
A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize This is no
Of all the colors in the world I had to choose the one with none Friends and Foes, hear these words The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated In
Have you ever seen a heart as it lays dyin' Or what's left of it's life slips away? Well, any tears that get shed ain't worth cryin' 'Cause I've seen
Fell short with eyes to be my guide Cause I swear, I've been here before Found hope tangled in flight Cause I swear, I've lost mine. But to lose myself
.......................... I would be a prisoner In prison I will suffer, they'd also call me nigger ................................................... ................................................... ...................................................
You wonder what we have Will our love start getting old? Well maybe when the ocean's dry Or when the sun turns cold Baby, that's the kind of love you
Radio operator, in a tiny foreign room We can hear you now and later Calling out and coming through Radio operator, you're a voice so far from home With
Here is somethin' baby, I want you to do I ain't barrin' nobody baby, I mean you and your lyin' friends too Don't cry baby, don't even spill a tear Yes
I'm feelin' mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four In between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I'll never
We walked in sat alone in a corner and faced the wall Hiding behind the fear and shame We talked but I just listened She was sorry for it all And that
't believe I got this far And if I stopped along the way to fight a tear I'm sorry But I thought I saw my dream Oh, I'm just lucky to be here I'd gladly
You stepped out of a dream You are too wonderful to be what you seem Could there be eyes like yours? Could there be lips like yours? Could there be smiles
I hate this world where I was born I loathe the knowledge pretention The ethics and virtue mankind defends The hypocrisy of human venture where Altruism
Salt and sugar sustains through the freeze. Your phone calls never bring me out of thick dreams. I cant be reasonable, say come here alone. Pull the