streets, my god caught a case 'cause he beat His lady down, it's two-thou That ain't the way we lay it down Souls get, found and lost at the roads they
Another day Marks another way Marks a new reason to hide It's true when you slip You slide On the ground Been pushed down by this Primitive pride My voice
you came in whistling, "I'll go if you'll go" And I was waiting around to play like an old piano And honey, I couldn't see the trouble Sleeping down
alone for a while so you're not alone If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if I could just hear your pretty voice I don
rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt
in the Cadillac, drivin' in a drop top People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop I'm on the highway, girls pull 'em down my way Credit cards
Words & music: don henley ** chantal would occasionally play a piano version of this song (a top 5 hit for don henley in 1984) during her early performances
carry them down Twenty deep holes to bury them in The tears are welling in my eyes again I need twenty big buckets to catch them in Twenty pretty girls to carry them down
a?¦ CHORUS I'm down on my knees Crying out Can't you hear, wont you rescue me? CHORUS Produced by Mark Street Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque Guitars - Annie O'Raque, Jane Piano
cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player'
if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down
your lungs is a tiny little gift to me if you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if i could just hear your pretty voice I dont
, and Perfect You play me like a piano or a pastime. I could be your Voice of reason. You can be Impossible. I'm hanging like a spider in Suspended
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
I can?t fight I?m crumbling inside Theses voices in my head Are leading me on Speak listen I got chills These conversations kill me I fall down at your
(Choke on her words) Caught in your throat That's the sound of music from another room The piano player, hangs up from piano wire But the player piano
I'm frozen like a photo, a sepia-colored picture, voices in the hall, line the flower on the wall. Me n Isabella, playin' the piano, melodies we pen,
