? my disgrace only waste. absence of faith in a world filled with you mocking me. it takes a few strong to survive and more than a lifetime to deprive
Translation: Ninety Pound Wuss. Second Stage Of Adolescence.
Translation: Soundtracks (other tracks) soundtrack. Rescue Me [fontella Bass].
Translation: Soundtracks (other tracks) soundtrack. Fountain And Fairfax [afghan Whigs].
Translation: Yardbirds, the. Pounds And Stomps Xyz.
so polluted that it's hard to breathe People Rrefrain But that's what makes the world go round The ups and downs a carousel Changing people's heads around
: Oh no I can't help but feeling all left out And here it comes the ship that carries all my ghost nights off Off Off Not now No, no, the ceiling it
: I don?t think she understands the repercussions of her actions An empty room, an empty glass, a dress of gauze, your cough?s a natural reaction Step
: This is how I feel And I can't stop shaking I just left, and just now I am waking up So, come on Come on Get on I don't know how to stop it We love
it all: the shirt and the bottle, the floor All this spinnin' surrounding I?m begging for more And it feels a lot better to be me And it feels a lot
your hair You can devour a million news reports But when those colorful ticker tape parades, when they don?t make you feel safe, you?ll wish we built up a bit of a
: Scratch your fast forward Stay on the floor of your parents? house Just know that if you want to leave, it?s going to cost you, son No, you?re not
: And when I collapsed on the porch of your father's house You took my hand and quickly covered my mouth And said, "Now there won't be any last words
: I'm afraid to go home I'm afraid to go home Someone's listening Someone's listening And I'm afraid Don't fall asleep in the bath You need to stay
stop I can see two Indians standing on my hillside smoking watching me tying my shoes and mowing my lawn outside of my big house with my big heater Just ?cause there?s a
: The signal-less drivers are so content with their named napkins and their stolen paper bag hearts They tie their hands behind their back That's the
: I looked up and it was wrong The pale light The sun was out, way out of line I said, ?I can?t? Hand at my throat And then Quiet I was opening my
: If you grow tired, of us Don't let us hang on Put feet to our fingers A laugh and we're gone Because you're adored by everyone And this is the race
