why is it every time i think about you something that you have said or implied makes me doubt you then i look into your cynical eyes and i know it as
for her With every breath Ever since she first entered my heart I don't remember where or when Nothing can stop what love has started There is a voice
silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb; I got me a violin and I beg you call the tune, anybody's choice, I can hear your voice. Wo, oh, what I want
and I call it beggar's tomb I've got me a violin and I beg you call the tune Anybody's choice, I can hear your voice Whoa oh, what I want to know, how
There's a voice on the phone Telling what had happened Some kind of confusion More like a disaster And it wondered how You were left unaffected But you
been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words For lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns, I hold underneath my furs Similarities in my voice
turn pro you know she tells you so Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins Our voices change at
warm night and clear sky, European town Outside the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd With open boots, violin, banjo and a voice The exiled busker
I'll play upon my violin until the mountains ring Of lonely laughter blindly thrown And 'cause an endless sark of strings The skies are sad They're dancin
be heard Alright, if Troy wants to be a singer then I'm coming clean I play the cello! Awesome! What is it? A saw! No, dude, it's like a giant violin
a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins playing at my funeral Will you remember me after all? The death, such a relief Uncloud the sky for me Violins
caroling angel's sing The music stopped and the auctioneer with a voice quiet and low said "Now what am I bid for the ol' violin?" he held it up with
still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind Hunted evil kinds [Chorus] The Violin
HAD TO! I?VE ALREADY BEEN SUSPENDED ONCE THIS SEMESTER. IF I HAD GOTTEN BUSTED, SHE WOULD?VE EXPELLED ME. CARLY: (IN A SWEET VOICE) WELL HERE?S AN IDEA
know it he is born, He's looking up through painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother's voice is high
breaks a little I lie awake in the middle of a pain with no end in sight I needed you tonight Violin is my instrument of choice It recognizes the pain in my voice
the fate of their regime There's only one needed to complete the harmonizin' And that's a man with a voice like a scraping violin Waiting for Mr. Damage
