I lay my head on your thighs And close my eyes And think of All of our days Fast moving months They pass us by For me things take time To seep in, into
Distant country My share of the estate Poison Stomach Is filled with Pig pods No longer worthy To be called your son But papa runs to me And in his
I got no sense of time The second hand slaps Me, oh, so silly And insults my character now For I like my Mood to lead me I walk into your room Prepared
Till the end of me I'm gonna make you my priority This coming holiday I'm gonna make you my priority Love the things you buy I'm gonna make you my priority
Come on Come on Come on Come on When life's got your goat now By his tail and by his goat throat Lighten up and gather All those cares, all your snares
I recall the day when I was in thee Thee womb, I could hear you so soon I will see your face I liked to play alone Never ever all alone My first day
Kids are pushing kids Kids are pushing kids On down Till they all hit ground Parents, pick your brats up At the lost and found I have given up, but
Thank you For lending me your hand For sharing time today For giving that idea That made It a nice and easy day So saying now thank you For setting
Rowing, ringing, cares a flinging As we ride this boat of hide All eagle-eyed and dignified Down the river, across the great divide Words beside at the
Before our time, upon a noun There stood still a ship Standing proud She tows lines, transforms words To be more than they are When they are alone on
don't know. I'll go. Write to me. It's easier. Danielson. What have you done? Danielson. All of my friends. You've changed some. But now you're better. Danielson
What happened to us we used to be so confident That thing's would be okay I never realised that something was wrong Til a part of me had started to
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The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal. When he came
Well the eagle's been flying slow and the flag's been flying low And a lot of people are saying that America's fixing to fall But speaking just for me
We got some trouble in our own back yard. Things are are kinda tough, times are kinda hard. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street, people goin
Little folks are people too Very much like me and you The little things they say and do They kinda make your day Foolishness and common sense Through
People say I'm no-good, And crazy as a loon. I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon. Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to
