Ooo, feel a heavy feelin' (In the wind) You're leavin' me, again Po' me, umm-m Fool, fool, fool Oh, what a fool I've been I been good to ya But ya hurt
make it so hard? It's a lesson for the real world Seems so far away, the real world Up to the bigger school Trying not to be a fool Here I am new shoes
was the hexagram of the heavens, it was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines is a song so wild and
fancy huh oh you fancy huh [T.I.] Well aren't you a breath of fresh air from all these superficial gold digging bitches in here they get a baller think that they aint got to pick a
Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper Shoulda just stuck with rock, it'a have been much safer Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater
a tramp But it goes a little deeper than that He's a highway chile Dame Now some people say he had a girl back home Messed around and did a bit a wrong
who's getting hurt cause she's taking on the world what a drag growing up in LA Loyola, Loyola what a drag growing up in LA Loyola, Loyola what a drag
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar He'd tell you all the stories Of his travels near and far Signed up one day to learn a trade But that dream
you my heart but now you want my mind Your love scares me to death girl it's the chokin' kind You can kill a man with bullets poison or a knife But it hurts
got 'em lined up down the street The whole world is at your feet and you like it You're an angel and a flirt and you're a headin' for a hurt This whole
promises are good And I think I believe More than I thought I could Every time, I'm digging in the dirt, I'm a little less tired, I'm a little less hurt a
walking through the snow When I saw a distant glow Of a farmhouse nestled Down beneath the trees With a guitar on my back I thought it sure can't hurt
back home but I have no home to go - No, No do it again Shootin' for the moon in a cannon face first on the floor - Yeah , yeah do it again If hurt so
way to work in my car I wanna be a country rock star Singin' Air Supply, playin' air guitar I was up on stage at a karaoke bar Coincidental I was feelin' sentimental Got a
Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad And cry myself to sleep You showed me how this town can shatter dreams Another lesson about a naive fool That
rolled and we tumbled to the floor I been ?? is it just these drugs I'm feelin'? And I don't want to lie to you no more ?? ?? till the end A guitar's a
If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a changin' [ ac.guitar ] Come writers
'll just run away. Chorus: I turn to my guitar and touch her silver strings, Oh, the more I hurt, the prettier she sings. I live on the Earth and love is on a