Take my control so you can get what you need Shadow my soul but give me no guarantees Never enough now tell me just where I'm at Why you want to go
Woke up to this morning staring at the ceiling hoping for deliverance from the distances in you. this room feels like an oven somewhere south of
I was looking lost It was cold outside The whiskey rocks How you caught my eye My red lips painted Just got them black I needed something To bring me
I was looking lost, it was cold outside The whiskey rocks how you caught my eye My red lips painted, just got them black I needed something to bring
Your always talking, talking But those lips will only get you so far, so far You shake your hips for all the boys to see But we've seen this tactic
message tu veux me revoir, Je sais comme ca qu'il doit etre vendredi, Ca fait longtemps qu'on s'est pas defonce, Etrange que tu ne m'appelles jamais le mardi
The swans are arriving the moon is on the rise warm winds are blowing the bite from winters white lies the nights smell of blossoms making me forget
My day is ruined I dwell on the things that got me down Tuesdays remembered Cause it only made me hit the ground You are there when I think The clouds
Just when I thought I was strong, Another weak day comes along, And all my righteousness goes wrong. But I was doing so well; My dreams to be a Godly
Please give me a sign Tell me I?m fine And that you won?t leave Cause I?m all alone I?m holding these stones I just wish my hands would let go I?ve lost
Can you make this seemingly uncontrollably personality more than helpless in our reality And I'd hope to say that inspirationally you'd stay here with
older times Just sit back and relax you're going to be ok A quick left and relapse you're gonna be ok So what if your head flew the other way Here we
To find another time alone by myself I'll slowly walk to road to wrap myself right when i fall again by myself I'll step up to walk in the rain I'll
What would you do to get ahead lie to lie I could say I've lived Oh what tangled webs we weave when at first we practice to deceive With the flick of
Tuesday Woman of thirty seeing the sun Packed up her suitcase started to run Looking for someone looking for none Pack up and drive away It was her
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