try to explain But it's been useless There's nothing that you can do Wasted days Such a lazy turn of phrase And the acting Was never deep Soulless rain quits Pockets
We have poison in our pockets We have hatred in our hearts And as the bombs fly overhead We dance 'till we see red And we're becoming shadows And we'
you are And baby I just can't run around it every morn?n It?s time that I believe it, home is where you are Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets
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bitter sweet And with his soul he deficates Into this world he filled with hate All your lies have turned to logic And you got nothing in your pocket
a pocket full of money, I never had a ruby red ring, All I ever had was you, babe, To sit and listen to me sing. I've got those blues, Those empty pockets
were I've got too many pockets on my shirt Wish I could get back to the way things were I've got too many pockets on my shirt Too many pockets on my
Little hungry, you know what I'm saying? (Alright Ok) Homeless... I need a Lucy yo... (Yo...) [VERSE ONE] Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels
blocks because of empty pockets Fighting with the cops because of empty pockets Selling what we got because of empty pockets Blaming every other face for our empty pockets
I say You're lining your pockets for no other reason Than to buy up the things That I gave without reasonable pay Yeah you've been lining your pockets
problem much to big to hold for you and i far too high to reach we can begin by holding close the things we know and valuing our pockets of peace these
want, And he'll fix it so we have a boy, Then we'll get it. Now she's 21 watch out, She'll match you shot to shot, She'll turn your pockets inside out
wish my baby had deep pockets I'd love life everyday She don't got deep pockets, boys What's there left to say I wish my baby had deep pockets The deepest
I will be your pockets Built to hold all of your stuff Your magazine, your vaseline I?ll hold your brand new powder buff I will be the cigarette
at the time of his assassination: two pairs of spectacles, a lens polisher, a pocket knife, a watch fob, a linen handkerchief, a brown leather wallet
six; decide to split She has a downtown apartment She opens the door, falls to the floor Says, ?I?m bitter sick of sweet and pure Take me now, I?m yours? Notes in his pockets
By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air
Cruising down the boulevard tonight and these streets lights and these street signs They ring in the back of my head You know we do it best Take these