Thank you for every smile and for every memory. Oh, I miss all the times That we could just laugh At the way we were. And how we maintained a smile In
Thank you for every smile and for every memory. Oh, I miss all the times That we could just laugh At the way we were. And how we maintained a smile
poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow his beat! i can't stand still, it's like trying smoke crap and go to sleep, i'm strapped it's known
saw me at a show an' said, ?Boy, you went off? Two hours later, I was makin' tapes at his house An' didn't nobody go to sleep until the mics went off
when you had no money Tears fell unexpectedly Waited for you to come home so I could say "thank you" My cup overflowing with tenderness Warmth, pulling at
maybe a memory or two, but then I saw you for the first time in a while, and awkward thoughts brought awkward smiles, and I left your room for the very last
near me And while you're sleeping I'm still standing up 'cause i'd go insane Without you near me THE FINAL SONG Tired of looking at your photographs Smiling at
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
destruction. Shadowcast walked to Eriel, presumably to gloat one last time to his old nemesis. Eriel welcomed the time that would be wasted, but at the last
over I've found happiness I have surrendered all of my yesterdays For just one taste of this I can sleep at last in your arms All I want is for you
in the ground So true it's a violation Hide yourself from the same old memories Your image is your invitation There's no time for sleep so motherfucker
my head stored away to never return i'll forget everything you left back at home please now i'm always looking back on a scripted memory [repeat until ending] (Thanks to Keri for
with maybe a memory or two but then I saw you for the first time in a while and awkward thoughts brought awkward smiles and I left your room for the very last
Dear: Thanks for your letter. Sounds like you're living the way you wanted. And that makes me smile. No I hadn't heard Bjorn Borg retired, thank God
Last night I had a dream I went back to my old home down at 200 orange street a long time ago, And I walked up to the front porch and I opened the screen
out of a pen If sleep be the cousin of death Then every time I blink?s one step closer to my last breathy (Thanks to Sara for these lyrics)
know I'd do it all again for you (You know I'd do it all again for you) (I swear I'd do it all again for you) (Thanks to Michael for these lyrics)
