By William Clarke Why do the birds sing songs To warm a heart of love for you each day? Why do the breeze blow so strong To prove the power of love
You are the melting men, you are your situation There is no time to breathe and yet one single breath Leads to an insatiable desire of suicide in sex
Baby yeah No oh yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah umm Baby ooh Never been the type of woman that needed someone I had to do the things myself or it never
one look at you and i'm tongue-tied as you move in time with the flickering light yeah you're moving with the lights all i can do is is to hold tight
The streets were cold and barren The nights were dark and dank And the sky, hadn't had a rain cloud in it for 25 years.... The buildings were dead and
Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth Someone said that you'd played around and that's why Me and him had to go out And straighten things out Because
Mystery and wonder did light up the valley To be beat back by dark clouds and a harsh reeking wind And that battle staggered through 3 awful months there
Sometimes I wonder if God laughs at me I hear His voice When I sleep Sometimes I wonder if The Holy Ghost Is haunting me In my dreams Save me Save me
Mystery and wonder did light up the valley To be beat back by dark clouds And a harsh reeking wind And that battle staggered through three awful months
Hold your eyes open for a moment bright eyed and beaming, try hard not to blink much like the photographs taken today's a moment we'll all smile back
Wakin' up, I watch another sun go down Another day spent underground In my world of pills And I was thinkin' how the world should have cried On the day
You are the melting men You are the situation There is no time to breathe And yet one single breath Leads to an insatiable desire Of suicide...in sex
The frozen north sits high above the west Nobody lives there only the polar bears The bleak terrain is no place to rest The howling winds, sounding so
Here's another song with the four oldest chords in history, I guess I lost all ambition turning left on Missouri. I could have made it better, but the
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