print there. You might not have meant to, but It's done you again, take it out. You're shy about what fortune lent you. Is that what this is about? Smile
it comin' My heart sayin', when I read that letter: "Sink like a stone; sink like a stone." If I could stop yesterday's mail, Brown love like this is
(Instrumental)
(Andy Irvine) Lonely, the life that I once led. Strange, the paths on which we tread. Led me to you, unlikely but true. Sabra girl, clouding my view
(Stephen Malkmus) However you feel, whatever it takes; Whenever it's real, whatever awaits me; Whatever you need, however slight; Whenever it's real
her, she will still be the same. She'll not try to buy you with her time. Nothing's the same as you will see when she's gone. It's foreign on this side
(Sean Watkins) Well, I sat down next to a photograph. Tried my best, almost made her laugh. She was my doll-faced crown. There in the way was a mountain
climb out. I know that you told me nobody. Are you sure you're that sure about me? Hey, what did I do? I've spoken too soon. Listen, now this tune,
'll close his eyes to hear the clocks unwind. Powerless to leash the hands of time. Kingdoms fall, the earth revolves, the rain will come this spring,
her she will still be the same. She'll not try to buy you with her time. But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone. It's foreign on this side
and jaded world I hated, Everything I left behind. I don't need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. This world is for the taking, This
fuck up, you know what it is, homie West side ridin' Ain't nothin' but desert eagles and palm trees on mind, nigga West side Compton, California, Cider
Made the nigga cold blooded ain't no friends on the block This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek
up, you know what it is, homie West side ridin' Ain't nothin' but desert eagles and palm trees on mind, nigga West side Compton, California, Cider Block
the nigga cold blooded ain't no friends on the block This the comrades and coldies, the crooked ass police Playin' cracks in the pocket send you up in creek