Turn the lights out in the light house, I saw you coming Felt the ship wreck, saw the wreckage, I heard you yelling Just then, that's when I saw your
Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa Said it's better, it's better I never should've let her know It was better to lie I'm screaming, he's talking over I've asked
turned around I should've looked again But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made I'm staring at the mess I made I'm staring at the mess I made As you turn
Baby, I just want you to understand Just exactly how you make me feel Oh, yeah I wanna feel you next to me Time after time when I'm feeling low Something
A devil in a midnight mass He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky
goin all around town The people they say they're gonna put the kid down Oh no Oh look at what you did You can call it what you want to I call it messin
I'd like to thank the guy, who wrote the song That made my baby fall in love with me Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp? Who put the ram
Dedicationn 333333 Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I feel like these motherfuckers better know me next I realized I never loved h.o.e.s. Full white top cup full
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
He became sin Who knew no sin That we might become His righteousness He humbled Himself and carried the cross Love so amazing Love so amazing Jesus
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind, but now I see 'Twas grace that taught my heart
Cupid, draw back your bow and you let your arrow go Straight to my lover's heart for me, nobody but me Cupid, please hear my cry and let your arrow fly
Sebastian you're in a mess You had a dream, they called you king Of all the hipsters, is it true? Or are you still the queen? Like getting blood out
El idiota de Mel Gibson te ha prestado su cara da las gracias que no ha sido Micky Rourke o Alfredo Landa mas octanos mas octanos para alimentar el
Around, around, young men and women move Through sun and steel our lives transforming To forge a link flow backwards to our source And forfeit self
Jesus felt his sexuality Said: 'Let all the children come to me' Poor little boys were crying out in pain Begged jesus stop, But begged to him in vain
These are all true, sad stories About many special people And are dedicated for those who will fail All of these people watched for the same light After
