I won't stop until I hear the call of love... And when I'm alone, you are near to me You have made a home in my memory There you will abide for forever
I've got the clouds on a string That I pull with my little finger elegantly What is this oh what's the feeling on the breeze It feels like all my holidays
for everyone It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings But living on in others, in memories
mist, the rain Your smile is in my tears again Inhale - exhale All that matters - torn to shatters And I drift through empty days I feel like a puppet on a string
twine in Minnesota Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
weak shit Fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll EAT shit Wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit Creep wit me, as we take a lil' trip down memory lane Been here
Your mother, you fuckin faggot La da da, da da da, da da (repeated) Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody Rest in peace,
rebirth for Dre The rebirth for L.A., the rebirth for hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' Hold up, Timb stop I said, this is another memorial
? Where were you when midnight hit? Am I just a fool with such bad luck? Where were you when midnight struck? Hang my life by the end of a string You
was a teddy bear And I'm wishin' that I hadn't fallen in love with you I wish I had a wooden heart and a sawdust mind Then your memory wouldn't come
don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya Barrell roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers Makin hot wheels outta hookahs, Holdin it down like balloon strings
Yeah (Chorus) (Everlast) Cool as a summer breeze Drifting on memory She got me on my knee But darlin' I'm begging, please And if there's a winter storm
of anger to the tongues Of those too young to remember Vietnam Is heroin better in a veteran's mind Than the memory of the dying laying in a line Is
Memorial Day Uh, grand-mami ya'll cool and shit It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin' with Like no doubt, pokin' doll out, pull ya G-string down
the Mason and the Dixie Line Heaven waits for me I know in Cincinnati Ohio Cincinnati Ohio I guess perhaps the memories got too strong Grabbed me by the heart strings
Tie a string around your finger Leave a note upon your desk Don't forget little things that happened To bring you happiness It doesn't matter if you'
? just a segment of your imagination i'm feeling replaced like a faded picture where you can't see my face I'm scratched out, erased, erased, erased 4x [verse 2] in memory