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Taking Back Sunday Eleven

I can remember, parking lot nights What did they mean to you? Wrapping my arms around your body Protecting and holding you And holding you Looking

I can remember, parking lot nights What did they mean to you? Wrapping my arms around your body Protecting and holding you And holding you Looking

: I can remember, parking lot nights What did they mean to you? Wrapping my arms around your body Protecting and holding you And holding you Looking

pounder french fries Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaies and apple pies And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back

s a good thing, and if I could only hear you sing once more, oh Lord, the comfort it would bring [Chorus] [DMX] You left behind a mother (and) eleven kids (and) eleven

[Big Mike] Niggaz busting caps on a sunday I`m riding through the park with my white six bloody Thinking 2 myself/What the fuck is this? I grab my motherfuckin

rag, yo I'm one of the rap's boldest, fold-smith Paper cut in my hand, I got eleven fingerprints, hold that Back to the filty ugly, Bugsy, rugby thugs

m the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend's dresser Now really Tell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin' ROWDY Tell your whole Sunday

happening I feel something big is going to be one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten.....eleven one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten.....eleven