Lyrics:
care for you ... you
Well I still remember the games we would play
And when you would leave, I'd beg you to stay
And the clothes you wore, never matched
I wore it out
Played along a bit
And missed a hit
I'm out of trace now
Walked away now
Alright...
Tried to fight
I look at emptiness
My privatemess
It was eight on the bus
On the way back home from the school
She wore red earmuffs
And a cashmere scarf to match
It was cold outside, 1989
while he wore her down?
Years went on, ‘til she would go, went, gone.
Running through the station door,
down the stairs towards the bottom floor
If she's
just like
gerry cheevers saw a picture yesterday of a guy who
used to play for the boston bruins and in school i
always drew him he wore a mask just like
the junk food
my mom was into health food
we wore green jeans and red keds
we wore red keds and green jeans
we didn't have to try them on
just as long
quality
My style is quality
I don’t deal with quantity
My shade is quality
I don’t do knock off am a big boy
I lay some points
Batta ti mo wore Gucci
Ibadi
it
My lungs are so tired
So sick of always sighing
My posters, my CDs
Are breaking my heart
When they shouldn't be
And to think he wore his cape
Till
happy)
I guess it’s all working out (Yeah, woo)
I should've known the first time you wore Baby Phat (Uh)
You made me pay it all then you didn’t pay me
skip the small talk and get lip-locked
I feel like the less we know, the better it hurts
I've been burned before, wore my heart on a sleeve
On my
timin' baby it's all your fault
You wore me like a tattered gown, something lost and never found
A careless whisper spoke at 3am
You've said it's over
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
I was five and she was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black and she wore white
I would always win the fight
Bang bang, she shot me
I wore white when we married last June
And I wore yellow when we left
On our honeymoon
But everything has changed
My whole life is rearranged
For
on
To the memory of me
Riding in your front seat everyday
And I'll hold on
To the smell of your sweater
That you wore in December
When we met
Daydream 'bout
He turned your gold to sand The son of the morning star He wore no crown of thorns Raised his hands up to the sky 'Cause he was battleborn Through
out
Welcome the passion of the groove
The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
I stand
a blanket of flesh industry
He wore a hat that said UC
Your eye's they flamed with a greedy fear
Trust was not gained when pleasure became the name for
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
military
She liked to make up her mind, she kept her feet in the air
She wore her heart on her sleeve, cause she'd found it there
And it was all well
you spare a sweet word of love?"
She whispered softly "It's best not to linger"
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a lovely
you spare a sweet word of love?"
She whispered softly "It's best not to linger"
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a lovely
you spare a sweet word of love?"
She whispered softly "It's best not to linger"
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a lovely
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