knows what's hidden inside demons allowed me no pride and the refusal to soothe my inflictions failed I'd wish to extend my hands, the hands my heart
one knows what's hidden inside demons allowed me no pride and the refusal to soothe my inflictions failed I'd wish to extend my hands, the hands my heart
Wanda, Wanda where you went and Tell me what'd you take? I took the tongue of Philip Jung And left it in the lake But my dear I think I fear That you
selling my yae from January to December In the kids a, through the blizzard on the porch when it's scorching Only fuck wit 'phernalia when I'm stackin' my
playin' I'm prayin' with tears in my eyes 'Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin' But they eyein' my bank account with beams on my
was a coldest day in December A day I always will remember I looked into your eyes and faced my deepest fear I had drifted too far, far from you my dear
's my enemy 'Cause poppa never was a part of me "Take one step at a time", mama said Sweet memories still remain in my head All of my life been lied
the silent horns playin Im prayin with tears in my eyes Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin But they eyein my bank account with beams on my
me; But in my memory, We always will be together. Remember, remember, Do you remember? Love was a flame in May. But, now in December, love is an ember
us Yea I've got two words for you: fuck you I said save us, I say save all us I said oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Why don't you call your God.
we'll soon reach senility And lose the ability. Your teeth will start to go, dear, Your waist will start to spread. In twenty years or so, dear, I'll
not around I'm going crazy We like to talk about the plans we make And things we say When we're together I hope for better weather this year But you my dear
Gonna Pay It Must Be About Mid December Right Now And I Think I'm About Seventeen I'm Not Real Sure How Old I Feel I Lost My Thoughts In Some Dream Oh
December day [ ac.guitar ] My mother's daily sewing to try to earn our bread My poor dear old blind father in prison almost dead My brother and my sister
, te amo Rosalie May 17, 1952 Dear Rosie The happiest Sunday of my life Rosalie Spending a nice, quiet day with you at home alone December 26, 1952 Dear Joe My
you, dear I've tried so hard but I fear You'll always follow me near and far Just when I think that I'm set Just when I've learned to forget I close my
why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell? Oh son I loved my native land, with energy and pride 'Til a blight came over on my prats, my sheep and
