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You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us How we met and the sparks flew instantly People would say they're the lucky ones I used to know my
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week It's found inside Variety,
You were in college working part time waiting tables Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk with a fear of falling Wondering why we
Tall, dark and super manly Puts papers in his briefcase and drives away To save the world or go to work It's the same thing to me He's got his mother
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the
You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break It's getting dark, and it's all too quiet And
There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old, tired place lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished
Now go stand in the corner And think about what you did Ha, time for a little revenge The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And I had it
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I
I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while You've been good, busier than ever We small
I'm not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again And my mother accused me of
Your little hands wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming So I tuck you in,
Elevator buttons and morning air Stranger's silence makes me wanna take the stairs If you were here, we'd laugh about their vacant stares But right now
Hey, what's up Lil Jon this is Boy Pimpin Ken From Milwaukee Wisconsin What's up Pimpin? What's up Pimpin'? Aw man these bitch-ass, man you understand
