I was a teenage werewolf Braces on my fangs I was a teenage werewolf And no one even said thanks And no one made me stop I ran a two-minute mile I had
me Maggie knows she can go and stuff Her non woking politics False hopes, job creations False hopes, job creations False hopes, job creations Affecting you and me False
Six years have passed Since I saw the last The face of hope That I'd once known The summer air Brushed through my hair It felt like you It felt
Take this pain away from me 'Cause I can't take it anymore All these years have passed And you're still standing at the door I don't know just what to
window is a picture of the way we live we can try this one last time i'm sick of starting up again let the weak be left behind i'm done with starts that
tear is more than I can take Chorus With butterflies and starry eyes We rush the line with chivalry but We don?t know what we?re fighting for With false starts
it's alright, alright, alright head down we'll get on with this life hold fast find the place in time before the moment to last left fuse running out of air false start
I've been feeling like the old man and the sea, You asked me if I was over it, I'll never be, It's all been torn apart, Forty-one false starts
you wanna, what you wanna do. That informs a motivation- casual or obligation-fictitious circumstance suspending all your future plans wait for you outside. If this false started
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles (She came) There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee (She came) Blood on the streets, in the
's alright, alright, alright And then we get on with this life More fast and find the place in time Before the moment to last Let's feel runnin' down away False start
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
I didn't come to spray my name across the walls of fame, to point the finger or lay the blame and welcome you to the cheap seats.
is more than I can take Chorus With butterflies and starry eyes We rush the line with chivalry but We don?t know what we?re fighting for With false starts
