Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah I know
Im living in a story written by the dream of a movie star in a movie. Im sleeping in a bed inside of a motel on a dirty road by the freeway. Im swimming
: Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find that she is wasting time, she could be picking
: Im living in a story written by the dream of a movie star in a movie. Im sleeping in a bed inside of a motel on a dirty road by the freeway. Im swimming
Che cosa dovremo ottenere? Ma che cosa potremo sperare? Che cosa? In casi come questi, amare e scappare Infrangere la legge e scrivere da soli Una storia
Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find that she is wasting time, she could be picking
we?ve gained just really sucks, Two more days locked in this prison, Death Row?s calling, Lethal Injection Chorus: Life as we know it isn?t fair, Kids are living
We'll clean the room just one more time Leave me alone Be Here At home, Harlequin in Masquerade Dancers And Poles Wearing no clothes Circus monkeys swinging
Get dead with the living dead! Get dead with the living dead! Oh! GET DEAD WITH THE LIVING DEAD! GET DEAD WITH THE LIVING DEAD! GET DEAD WITH THE LIVING
Moses come riding up on a quasar His spurs was a-jingling, the door was ajar His buckle was silver, his manner was bold And I asked him to come in out
I'm not cut from the same mold I don't read from the same old story I'm not cut from the same mold Done with yours I'm living life for me Tell me father
You gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone
missing you. And, when I left I dropped a trail of candy hearts, hoping you would wait for me... I just want, to come home tonight. This is the story
The door it opened slowly My father he came in I was nine years old And he stood so tall above me His blue eyes they were shining And his voice was very
the end of this line I brought this on by my own hands The precious disgrace from my own hands If i could freeze time in my own hands Story of a quarryman Story
