left me sore (Left me sore) Really left me sore now, baby (Left me sore) Messed me up for sure and I don't mean Maybe 'cause you really left me sore
The sorest of times Got your thoughts on my mind The faster they come they less I remember The brightest of days You're three states away You squint
break the incantation of my damnation Split wide open, bloated organs burst Nerves uprooted, re-opening healed wounds On my body, sucking on the sores
seconds in]:"can't believe he's gotten it all sorted?" Never in fear Redder roar flare Follow round Lock 'em in sight I'm sore in a masterpiece
Surprise me baby Surprise me baby You're a sight for sore eyes As a matter of fact at the drop of a hat You're my love surprise You're a sight for sore
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all those summers with your friends Cause you know you need them as for me its nothing new just another two years that im here losing sleep your sore
tell me everything i wouldnt care you know that i'll always be there right by your side no matter what no matter what consciously endure every ache and sore
If I had a dime for every time I heard them ask me why Dona??t ask why, cause you wona??t understand My mother tried to tell me, she said, a??boy, youa
I stop my memory Is nothing but a gallery of sore spots Can't you see I care a lot but I don't wanna hold on to the retrospective life I don't wanna
that you're sore winner, a sore winner Losing is not your thing, can't hold the title But you still don't see that you're sore winner, a sore winner
his head in the clouds Thinks the world is a wondrous place Next thing you know as he's looking around Plane hits him in the face A sight for sore eyes
When we were young, we thought the days would get better. Today I talked myself out of ending this. I've been out chasing silhouettes, losing frozen smiles
Crawled back into bed, pretending to sleep Clammy in my jammies, dress is hurting its keep Maybe it?s the pills or the drugs or the booze Maybe it?s the
you Really, you left me sore You really left me sore now baby You messed me up for sure and I don't mean maybe 'Cause you really left me sore
the rosegarden funeral of sores Virgin mary was tired So tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints In the In the Rosegarden Rosegarden funeral of sores
I'm guessing that some things never change. Sore losers when they've lost the game. Trying to win the battle lost. Some just can't accept it some just
So sing Singing sores make perfect swords So sing Singing sores make perfect swords Singing Swords Singing Swords do dowhip do-do
