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of my life and more. I'll hold his hand and wipe his tears and guide him through the coming years And so years went by all this time she was chasing
the fun ain't ever over Had a shitty day, get fucked up Finally get paid, get fucked up Riding on chrome, get fucked up Home alone, get fucked up Women
Bink Bink Michigan on the Map I like this You tell me that you really need me But I come from a home that's not a home ohhh You tell me that you
won't ask Like, "you don't even come home enough Where were you when she was in the hospital, huh? It was only us," and that's deep and yeah I know it
I'm special, a son made by love that wants to give all his love, she said I shouldn't be afraid of the future holds because: "Emanuel" God is with us.
let me know That I'm where I wanna be We're where we wanna be, yeah She's a backroad melody a Little town set by the creek That smile so sweet Mm it's
to me I hope by now you see I'm not ready to say oyasumi I don't need no one else With you, don't need no one else Round her, I can lift my veils Finally
night All alone You know there's no where else you'll be going but home cause She hung up, more than once You called a last time and she finally picks up
terro tin in. lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay! Submitted by Zodiac NIGHT GOAT: She wants my way to feel
My friend finally made a record and took to the road and played guitar He met this girl from Pennsylvania stuck by his side in love and war Fearful
On a fifteen minute break We shared a cigarette, a long kiss Then she stood there by the stage All night by the stage Man, what can I say She loved me
dissin' me Mom's grabbed me And then she gets to kissin' me She thanks the police for my good health I don't know why I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
different to write She's kinda sick of living at home but she's Too scared to be off on her own she's Really broke and she can't get a job and her Room's
she gets on my nerves She take shit that she don't deserve Tell me what's a woman like that worth [Chorus] Now I finally realized You're like
The dark street is lit by the cemetery lights A place you'll visit so soon Midnight strikes as she's walking home again Unaware of my shadow behind
thing got us drinks she was tryna get us drunker She put some henny in my glass when she finally came back she told me that her name was summer I told her
When April passes by, she thinks of saying bye She tells her mother, I am not afraid Of dying in the bath, or swinging from up here She asks her
being followed by a yellow Coupe De Ville now she had a reputation for driving pretty fast it may not be the first time but it might be the last Then she
She use to sit there by the window Worrying half to death, waiting for my car Not knowing if or when I'd come home And when I finally would, she
hold her hand and say you'll be there through the rainy bits She just smiles blissfully you think you're finally making friends You realize that you're
a kid I told my mom One day I would leave and build my Rome All she said to me was oh my baby This place will always be your home Years later I'm finally
standing by me Turn my city to a citadel, when the fuck can i be Be home, be home, be (Turn my city to a citadel, when the fuck can i be?) Be home, be home
She spent half of her life a lookin for a better half to make her whole Now she spends all her nights waitin' for a man who won't come home She had
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band And she was blinded by the light Oh, cut loose
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