Irony people, irony
me that you hated lines, Hate being told what to do, You can bitch and you can whine, But whose idea was the cue? And I know it's just my opinion, The lines
There are some changes, that need to be made. When i see you with that look on your face. FUCK YOU. Your no-one here, so run your mouth and talk your
been missing You are enough to keep me wondering through the nights that I've spent Alone Alone In hotels we are only voices Kept safe and sound in phone lines
this song for you If you shake those hips And I know that, you wanted to Cause I see it, like I see through you I'm walking that white line And it's
Hard times, the throw is off line, pictures of black and gray soft minds, backed up by hard drives, standing in single file anything to past the
Sends it home In a paper bag Says things change Maybe its me You can't fix me up You can't fix me up This bleeding heart This bleeding heart Found broken
Hard times the throw is off line pictures of black and grey Soft minds backed up by hard drives standing in single file Anything to pass the test Like
Now I know that it's the same. Different people, different days. It won't change. Do you find security? Knowing you have broken me. Like a pastime.
Thought you saw this last time. It?s a rerun But this time it?s changed you. You said you never watched it It?s your free time Image passed. Forget your
Time winds down as you stretch upward to heaven His blood resounds as it's not over precursor They'll paint them red, those things you said. They'll
Sometimes they move faster, Faster than our eyes can tell the morning (can tell the morning) Some ways for us to test. Each day we say our prayers
sometime ago, i keep losing track over again, all these promises wont turn golden until you touch them its permanent, nothing is permanent its permanent
not afraid, are you? There are far too many dividing lines These lines are only there to separate and to illuminate the lack of unity Fuck the borders, fuck the dividing lines
from the ones she'd loved before her eyes were opened wide she now could see forever traced deep the marks she'd made with her razor the lines of suicide
lines I'll always need a friend One I can defend All I've got to give Is do you want to live Being here with you Taking what is mine Just between the lines
edge I've been here before I know the way White lines And headlights in my eyes White lines I'm ready to drive all night White lines How many 'till I'm in your arms White lines
brrr...brrr brrr...brrr brrr...brrr Thank you for dialling the Hot Personality Lines (Could you hold the line, please?) If you press "1", I'll tell you