You may ask why I talk this way (It's been you) You may ask why I walk this way (It's been you) You may ask why I act this way (It's been you) You may
been told Just turn around What are you good for I'm helpless and bound When I'm walking through that door I'm always holding back on your life Some
Oh Rosie Oh won't you be with me Oh Rosie Oh can't you see We're made to be together Take this ride with me To the chapel now We'll make history Oh
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hand of the past It reaches out to pull me back to you I'm six feet below and I can't break through. The skyline's fading, this city burns so bright The road
Of better days Or better ways The scent's gone cold, the path's awry. Dreams take hold as life goes by. And no matter what you are told Life's but a
On the top bunk on top of her. Mending fences is no longer an option. Burning bridges is so much easier. My kerosene soaked jeans won't lie. Tear stains
Speeding south at seventy-five Half an hour left to go. The van was loaded when the tire exploded. But we made our way just in time to play. Here's
As kids we search this world for a logic of relevance Wandering and wondering, solemnly trying to make sense Of who we are or what we'll become Well
course of this last supper Is establishing what this doctrine means. Do we interpret with ambiguity Or if Thee permits, consistently If Thou art the Bread of Life
Your arm slips into mine as we walk along the sidewalk. Everything around me fades into the dark. Bat your eyes and crack a smile as you watch me melt
