Until i wake myself I'm only sleeping Like the darkness waiting for the touch love bears Dream beyond the sunrise Live within a prayer This heart
Sometimes i feel like giving up Giving in to the dark Sometimes i feel like crying out Trying to speak from my heart I wish you could hold me here
And where we live Is where we hide Cause we can't forgive What's inside We have sweet love We have sweet love We have sweet love We have sweet
Hey Mama Whatcha doing in Seattle With a needle Shooting up into the sky We quit smoking On our way up from Portland But we had to start again
'll let you through, you may decide it's not for you. I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide there's nothing there born in a junkyard
You, me, and all the kings and queens Buried in the junkyard, And every time the herald Cherub sings We rattle with the car parts I was born to lie here
love junkyard Open twenty four hours, bring your broken heart, to the love junkyard To the love, to the love junkyard Is that you, is that you, is that
protect our children from the night, whatever's not right We bear witness- Junkyard means business Shadows in the dark, muggers on the stairs Junkyard
sin Promisin' ecstasy You were so blind Look out 'Cos now the dog's inside you The Junkyard Dog speaks for you Ain't no master of the Junkyard Dog
this winning skin there's garbage in honey's sack again garbage in honey garbage in honey garbage in honey's sack again garbage in honey junkwayrd king junkyard
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a dirty window And I hope you find whatever it is you?re searching for this time I got an idea you could gather all the parts of your junkyard hearts
to a wheelchair at the tender age of five. Didn't seem to phase him as he chuckled And told his mama to turn the page. (chorus) junkyard jesus did you well. Livin' by the junkyard
So you're fed up with your life? Time to grab the knife, no more problems, no more fears. Not even your mother's tears? Grow guts, step up.
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks Ha, junkyard
with his paper cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the
but I'll let you throughYou may decide it's not for youI'm long gone, but I'll let you throughYou may decide there's nothing theree Born in a junkyard