America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we
Behind our door there's no war No burning towers, just hours of peace Between us at least no pretense No violence, makes no sense It isn't my heart that
Springtime, and the acacias are blooming Southern California will see one more day Dreamland, and business is booming The birds are a singing as I drift
Oil on canvas, couplets and stanzas To divine who you are Pencil portrayals and jealous betrayals Get you further afar False faces and meaningless chases
Well living in the city puts a lock on your door Oh yeah Uh huh huh And you can't appreciate little Things no more Oh yeah Uh huh huh I can be Jack and
Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play They say there home town girl made good and she'd go a long long way Mom wonders why
La classe Il etait notre enseignant Nos larmes vont desendre Sen laiser une coute partaire Nous resterions toujours a votre souvenir S est dur a dire
You were there in my arms alone in the moonlight The trees played the waltz of the wind It was there that I knew I'll love you forever we danced to the
Thenardier What to do? What to say? Shall you carry our treasure away? What a gem! What a pearl! Beyond rubies is our little girl! How can we speak of
Once you can see The sun rise from the earth Direction to the sky And once you can feel Rain fall down on your skin Once you have skin (in pain
Smiling face and loving eyes But you keep on telling me all those lies How do you expect me to believe Honey I ain't that naive Baby I got my eye on you
Liquor burns my tongue It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist But he holds you like he should Graceful, gliding, glimpse of
[Music: Z. Nilsson / Lyrics T. DahlstrA¶m] I seek revenge upon the false I want you dead stabbing killing you flatline I know your names You spread your
Oil on canvas Couplets and stanzas To divine who you are Pencil portrayals and Jealous betrayals Get you further afar. False faces and Meaningless chases
Frosted windowpanes, candles gleaming inside Painted candy canes on the tree Santa's on his way, he's filled his sleigh with things Things for you and
Why do I borrow, Cecile my dear? Battling with no-one, you'll have to kill Why don't you kneel? I never will Now that I'm missing your backpack still
Go! I remember a year ago, I was standing in the crowd Waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again Now it seems I've found some friends
She's just a hill country girl home from the city Her pocket's full of plenty of those neon lights And her mother's smile shines on her youngest child
