(Verse 1) I'm tired of getting postcards and Tired of paying long distance bills (baby be back soon) I'm tired of dreaming of sex and Tired of not being
Verse 1- I fell in love with a voice in the midnight air, Gliding across the room she was studying me Such a simple thing to do The touch of her hand
(Intro) Painted a picture of how it?s supposed to turn out Down in a cold dirty well and I cannot climb out Can?t see no light Can?t hear no bells They
Verse 1 She loves him more He loves her more, Seems like they won't ever let each other go, Laughing and kissing it's a match made in heaven Behind the
How could I know not to leave her alone When I always told her that I'm always close We were wasting time by failing without words And every moment
Your heart's been used as target practice but I'm not the one holding onto the gun. Or wounds, you've sutured tight with tears and silence. Save yourself
We've read the papers We've watched the news But we can't find you I feel the music fading faster More than ever before Between the static we found
Marilyn baby, wants to be a pop star She's seventeen, and very unhappy Frankie baby, used to be a big fish He's ethnic boy and aint got no money And
[Music: Paul O'Neill, Robert Kinkel] [Instrumental] THAT FIRST LETTER, THAT SHE HAD READ IN THAT ATTIC FAR FROM BED WAS FROM A FATHER TRYING TO SAY
I'm hiding in a bush outside your window I'm feeling sick and numb Fed all my best lines to my best friend So he could be the one But I'm jerk because
Wasted all day, killing all the Capulets Find a new face, bring a whores' namesake Keep that set straight, Holly gonna DJ Flip that Holocaust, hang it
Ya cover up the truth Cuz ya don't know what to do tomorrow ain't gonna come We're running out of room Panic! Into the streets Radiate the human meat
I think you should leave him The next time you see him I can't let you get hurt again And I don't want your reasons I know what your feeling But he'll
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The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown Oh, the rising of the sun And the
What a wonderful What a wonderful What a wonderful What a wonder ho What a wonder ho Why she wanna ho? What a wonderful, what a wonder ho Why she wanna
Sometimes I can't see you, beautiful I need you to show me secrets Can you breathe, so I can hear you Say to me that you're not leaving Sad boy flies
Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don we now our gay apparel