Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die
Tripping Billies
. . . Oh I watch you there through the window
And I stare at you wear nothing but you wear it so well
Tied up and twisted, the way I'd like to be. . .
Crash Into Me
everyday should be a good day to die
You Never Know
Whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down, if nothing can be done.. we'll make the best of what's around. Because it turn's out not where, but who you're with that really matters and hurts not much when you're around
The Best of What's Around
I've this creeping
suspicion that things here are not as they seem
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I can see 3 corners from this corner...
Typical Situation
If along the way you are growing weary
you can rest with me until a brighter day
Where Are You Going
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper
Ants Marching
You see the little monkey sitting up in his monkey tree
One day decided to climb down and run off to the city
But look at him now lost tired living in the street
As good as dead you see what a monkey does -
stay up your tree
Big Eyed Fish Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
Two Step Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out
Dancing Nancies A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me
I was just wondering if you'd come along, hold up my head when my head won't hold on. I'll do the same if the same's what you want, but if not I'll go
The Stone There was a window and by it stood, a mirror in which he could see himself. He thought of something, something he had never had, but hoped would come along. Cry freedom, cry. From deep inside where we are all confined
Cry Freedom if i had it all...you know....i'd fuck it up
If I Had It All I'm not going to change my ways
just to please you, or appease you We seek up an emotion, but our cup is overflowing
Seek Up Your top was untied and I thought how nice it'd be to follow the sweat down your spine
Dreamgirl
Look at me in my fancy car
And my bank account
Oh, how I wish I could take it all down
Into my grave, I'd save
Seek Up
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears he doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her he might
Grey Street
You think of things impossible and the sun refuse to shine
Grace Is Gone
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