: Originally by Everclear This is a song about Susan This is a song about the girl next door This is a song about the everyday occurrences That make
next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic... don't you think It's like rain on your
'll show All my cool and cold - like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her When she smiles Now how many days in a year
it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me Look into your heart pretty baby, Is it aching with some
my phone calls No matter-matter-matter who calls I gotta screen my phone calls It's all your fault It's all your fault No matter who calls No matter who
likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say yeah
, Semi-charmed kind of life, I want something else, I'm not listening when you say, Good-bye. The sky it was gold, it was rose, I was taking sips of it
: Originally by Tal Bachman She's blood, flesh and bone No tucks or silicone She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound But somehow I can't believe
All around the world, statues crumble for me Who knows how long Ive loved you Everywhere I go people stop and they see Twenty-five years old, my mother
: Originally by Reach The Sky Wasting so much time wishing and wondering what could I do to recapture my past because all my memories seem so much better
I'll show All my cool and cold - like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say yeah
... All around the world, statues crumble for me Who knows how long Ive loved you Everywhere I go people stop and they see Twenty-five years old, my
this, Semi-charmed kind of life, I want something else, I'm not listening when you say, Good-bye. The sky it was gold, it was rose, I was taking sips of it
Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me Look into your heart pretty baby, Is it aching with
Originally by Reach The Sky Wasting so much time wishing and wondering what could I do to recapture my past because all my memories seem so much better