The strands in your eyes That color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains Thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows Of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival You're my living proof My love is alive and not dead
it was the summer of 95 (so what?) in the backyard shaving the old plies. feeling so strong. something went wrong. straight into my finger what a stinger it was so long. i still remember that day like the day that i said that i swear "i'll never hurt myself again" but it seems that i'm doomed to be wrong to be wrong to be wrong so i've got to keep holding on... they always played a slow song. when they come for me i'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly when you know you're going to die by the end of the night. i still remember when we were young and fragile then. no one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then. feeling so good. cruising the hood. straight into the real world rich kids never understood. but i don't care i can fade away to anywhere don't stop because you might get dropped and if you do who's going to pick you up well i won't. well tell i won't... they always played a slow song.
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That color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains
Thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows
Of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your cryin' shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival
You're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead
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in the backyard shaving the old plies.
feeling so strong. something went wrong.
straight into my finger
what a stinger
it was so long.
i still remember that day
like the day that i said
that i swear "i'll never hurt myself again"
but it seems that i'm doomed to be
wrong to be wrong to be wrong
so i've got to keep holding on...
they always played a slow song.
when they come for me i'll be sitting at my
desk with a gun
in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest
singing my my my how the time does fly
when you know you're going to die by the end of the night.
i still remember when we were young and fragile then.
no one gave a shit about us
because times were tougher then.
feeling so good. cruising the hood.
straight into the real world
rich kids never understood.
but i don't care i can fade away to anywhere
don't stop because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up
well i won't. well tell i won't...
they always played a slow song.
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the things you want to be.
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