: my heart is sinking fast just like the titanic my heart is pumping blood that's turning blue well, i just want this cruise and i just can't imagine
: on the eastern highway we ride windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky what's left is ivy and vine all the letters i'd sent back home never
: I'm about to have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts If i don't get the hell outta here I'm gonna go berserk, cause I'm crazy and i'm hurt Head
: oh where, oh where were you last night? looked for you at the county fair you were nowhere you were nowhere and i looked for you on the macon,
: pawn shop ain't no place for a wedding ring six months from now, what will that money mean? you shop around looking for memories somehow satisfaction
: if angels are messengers from god, please send one down to me if angels are messengers from god, i wrote a letter he should read been living on
: red ribbons hang in a tennessee square old people laughing and singing and dancing down there i'd like to join them, i got no money to spare so
: see old mabel walk on down the house pickin flowers for someone else see old mabel walk down the house said son, better go on back inside storm
if angels are messengers from god, please send one down to me if angels are messengers from god, i wrote a letter he should read been living on
my heart is sinking fast just like the titanic my heart is pumping blood that's turning blue well, i just want this cruise and i just can't imagine
I'm about to have a nervous breakdown My head really hurts If i don't get the hell outta here I'm gonna go berserk, cause I'm crazy and i'm hurt Head
pawn shop ain't no place for a wedding ring six months from now, what will that money mean? you shop around looking for memories somehow satisfaction
see old mabel walk on down the house pickin flowers for someone else see old mabel walk down the house said son, better go on back inside storm
oh where, oh where were you last night? looked for you at the county fair you were nowhere you were nowhere and i looked for you on the macon, georgia
red ribbons hang in a tennessee square old people laughing and singing and dancing down there i'd like to join them, i got no money to spare so i
on the eastern highway we ride windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky what's left is ivy and vine all the letters i'd sent back home never
