Are you lonely Is it me you're looking for Are you sad Sad from all the wasted years Are you lonely Is it me you're looking for Is it me you're looking
? Maybe I can fill the hole Are you lonely? Is it me you're looking for? Are you sad? You're sad from all the wasted years Are you lonely? Is it me you
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) i know that sorry isnt good enough, but its not fair to me, oh my lover your were good enough, its? not you its me. theres a girl and shes calling
can't figure out Terrapin If it's the end or beginning Terrapin But the train's put it's brakes on Terrapin And the whistle is screaming Terrapin
mirror and the only one there is me Every freckle on my face is where it's suppose to be And I know my creator didn't make no mistakes on me My feet,
Something is about to give I can feel it coming I think I know what it is I'm not afraid to die I'm not afraid to live And when I'm flat on my back I
And you feel like swimming in an ocean of love And the current is strong But all that remains when you try to explain Is a fragment of song Lord is it
hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said "Evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me" It occurred to me
feel that your steeze is real complicated with the skills over reel to reel brown skin is what i feel, my mind and body's appeal is to the no-frill
me, then let me know This music is like my vessel so we seem to be inseparable From C-?Sea?-town, headed eastbound You know the rest, it go: Hotter
mocking voice Call out among the scoffers It was my sin that held Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is
Cries Of The Carrots/This Is Necessary/ Phone Call) ..And the Angel Of The Lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on
presence tonight. Yet your so above me and I cannot fly. To the angel above me I long to be with. With. Angel above me. To look at the mountains vast and great. Is
this road be mine Let it lead me to my past Courage, see me through Heart, I'm trusting you To bring me home at last, at last Courage, see me through
followed by some cries It's about to be a catastrophe We call it a sword style because we are lyrical assassins And we aware that the tongue is symbolic
source of life Light was, an overledge coming from the edge of the universe It passed the moon, to the earth, then from the womb to nurse But it likes
maybe if you give me Maybe just one more day Find it in your heart to stay And maybe we can make it Maybe we can make it right Or maybe if you hold on
