you, thank you baby, you've been so true I'd lose my mind if I lost you Ohh, after all of the lies I've told you Just like givin' you the stars, ohh
dust Its not for high ideals 'cause you know I've tried At some point I think everybody must And you lost me there What's the point of playing if you
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years you've been so true to me, baby I believe I'd lose my mind if I lost you After all of the lies I've told you Just like giving you the stars And
dust Its not for high ideals 'Cause you know I've tried At some point I think everybody must And you lost me there What's the point of playing if you
they say that all is lost All is not lost, all is not lost But when they say that all is lost All is not lost, no, all is not lost, not lost at all
the locked door, the sleeping dog you beat I hope I see the day she satisfies her teeth Give back to the native, their treaty land What you preach, you
you who laughs When all the other dogs snarl? Is it you just because you listened for a while With this buzz of electricity Still ringing in my ears I wonder is it you
You were the first to forgive me You made the last drink taste so sweet So where are you now? Where are you now? You gotta tell me Where are you now
get lost in it You've always been my girl And I'm not ready to call it quits We make the sun shine in the moonlight We can make the gray clouds turn to blue
storm feel sky blue Girl when you're lost you know I'll find you If I'm not beside you I'm behind youImagine you're on the beach and you're lost You
wings will take you up so high So bid the forest floor goodbye As you race the wind and take to the sky You take to the sky (You take to the sky) You
his dear Cindi Fight like Achilles in Troy "I will show you the ways that I love you I saved you so you'd save the world Cause you're the only one" One
you Lonely night on Peachtree. Clubs are closed; it's only three. Feels like I'm paying love dues. I've got the Peachtree blues. I've got the Peachtree blues
at dawn You're here, you're near, you're there and then you're gone La da die da die da die da die Suffering in sinking sand All the hurt See I'm really lost
I've lost count Blue collar working man, devices master plan Bi-polar with a mental side arm I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken, you can't fix it Don
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you
I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or blue, black
