more from it... hoped for something more from it and he leans down to comfort her she is weeping as he wraps his arms around and around and around her
our blood, control clenched within our fists Shes known such great pain and suffering There is no way around what she is going, to do Her arms are covered
worse. shes slowely openingshes slowly opening new eyes. and she opened her eyes, and founded relief in his life, and put down her knives. woah oh. and she opened her
died in the arms of his lover how dare he Your mother never left the house She never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her You reminded her
could happen With me and the girl from clapham Out on a windy common That night I ain't forgotten When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions
There's a long distance train rolling through the rain Tears on the letter I write There's a woman I long to touch and I missin' her so much But she's
to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end
To beg her if it all was true To pray to understand So hear did he her true heart said Her love belonged to his brother And curse did he their new found
vile liquid and uh transform. It must be some uh, connection in her past, in her childhood of something. Maybe her father didn't demonstrate enough uh, affection for her
the melodies together I am music and I write the songs I write the songs that make the whole world sing I write the songs of love and special things I write
put your trust in me you're fine Take my hand We're going for a ride You and me we both got each other In this life depend on no other That's the way
no thing for me to pop a bitch I broke my shit to the left and killed Arms, legs, legs, arms, head Forgive me for my damn sin Now I'm facing double
on ''cause ethel is gone They keep leading him on ''cause ethel is gone And the mountain she's on And speaking of mountains - - we'll join studebacher
to me, it takes tiles to tango. Come on. JOE No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino! NORMA Oh come on, come on, come on. Get up. Follow me. And
on the road with the wop Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop Come back quarter roll hole in your top The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot Blows in her
Out Alive (finale) No one ever gets out alive Not you or me Can you imagine TV in heaven Ghosts on Eleven Alive Elvis and Jesus on Johnny Carson God on
dark casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart It wasn't too long before I held you more then my pen when I wasn't writing
in his arms And with his faith, the boys escapes And frees the desert's other captives The stumble across David's dead sister And they bury her with