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We were in it too fast. Our brakes started skidding, I'm holding onto you. Your face won't stop spinning. We were out of power, Out of mind, and desire. Floating ...

Whenever I'm on his bed, With your old black hat hanging on my head... I see you with Angie every day. I want to mend my heart, make it go ...

I'm not the kind of girl, Who wears pink and plaid lined classics. I'm a smother red or cherry, Covered by a bomber's jacket. Im not a that teacher's pet. ...

I see hot air balloons, Being popped by sky needles. Little kid cartoons, Singing songs by the Beatles. Maybe it's morphine, Or maybe you make me spiral down. Parades are ...

Intro Why can't we see the light? Why can we not reach out? The time for change is near. verse 1 We're so wrapped up in our existance We forget ...

Nothing fits in my mind, forever more. I say nothing will keep my boat afloat. Because the shadow you keep has blocked out the sun. And the dust that you ...

This is not finished and i have to thank Elizabeth ten fold for getting me this far. Intro Creating confusion and publishing lies. Creating confusion and publishing lies. [Softer] Creating ...

The night you stuck that flower in my hair,I took it as a sign,And hoped that it would stay there.I could not lie,And I could not cryBout the night you ...

We stood by each other In a changing time of life. Together, We gave truth our all. Then in a world of dangers And enticing distractions, I helplessly watched you ...

Tired Feet Tired feet, got to rest, Sitting still, eyes closed, Letting memories wash over me. Emotions, dim with time, Skitter across an endless pond That seems to be my ...

Dashing through the snow, On a pair of broken skis, Crahing into trees, Screaming all the way! The sno-w is turning red, I think I'm almost dead, I woke up ...

Disclaimer (just in case): I do not own, nor claim to own, the song "Twelve Days of Christmas." I am not making money off of this endeavor. _________________________________ On the ...

Walking down the sidewalk Hearing all the talk in her head About how she's not pretty How she's worth nothing Home is supposed to be were the heart is But ...

There is a land that love forgot, A land where nothing seems to grow I look, into your emerald eyes, and I see, I see that thats the land you ...