Picture the morning taste and devour We rise early pace up the hour Streets is bustling hustling their heart out You can't have the sweet with no
day by going through the motions a couple drinks at night then go to sleep alone when the bottles empty and the pills begin to kick in 8 hours brake
Get That Back? [Get What?] Can I Get My Swagger Back? Im 64 Tha Don,I Like Too Count Money I Hustle Hard Hail,Rain,Snow,Sunny I Got Lil Lo With Me & He
over Midnight Magic Is waiting for us We can sail forever in our hearts Heaven's not too far away Remember Monterey We'd sit and count the waves for hours
west wind blow I can see the raindrops falling count the clouds up in the sky or sitting down to watch the fire die I can hear the railroad call once each hour
I spit with an immense amount of power Skull flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours Now or, never
of thin air. Gentle caresses, just as paper thin -frail and only- lack the strength to hold. What if could go to sleep for days, would you count the hours
what Ive done but for the failure that I reek of This failure Failure That I failure that I reek of I'm becoming more anxious with every hour I let by
and do just what we came to do Sing for the people Count the money and the miles back home to you Well I just sing for the people Count the money and
arrived Tongue-tied bleeding from your eyes Even Christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars While you're counting sheep I'll count my lucky
you and you know it I'll try to find a way I can make it a way to go on without you here I'll time the hours till you come back and count the days till
paid I'm gonna leave this place and I won't look back I'll move on with life Now I'm done with that. They say time flies when having fun Count down the hours
wait so lo-o-o-o-ong? I just sit here on my hands and count down till tonight, Round four passing, four more rounds to go. The hours are stretching
Roll your windows down the summer's nearly gone, And only hours stand between you and the cold that's coming on, You count your questions in the sky
every hour we're getting old I couldn't count the days we've wasted, couldn't count the years we've spent I think we're running out of time with every hour
reason to cry Instead of telling you I'm sad I lean against the seatbelt strap You're arguing about the war I count the pennies on the floor Chorus At 60 miles an hour
ya ves que poco queda por contar apenas los recuerdos momentos que no vuelven nunca mas. English translation: Moments At night we spent the hours speaking