are the way I believe you are Hey Girl, don't you know you're beautiful if you could just believe you are the way I believe you are Then they'll believe
The brakes are good, the tires' fair Pulled out of San Pedro late one night And the moon and the stars were shining bright We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
humour of mine It isn't funny at all Oh but we sit up all night Talkin' about it Just bein' alive It can really hurt These moments given Are a gift from
scripture in the Bible that we, what does it say, it says 'We compare ourselves amongst ourselves' you know. That's not the standard. You already are the standard. What are
your love... What was I thinking of Holding me from your love... What was I thinking of You are my peace of mind... That old me is left behind You are
am a priest I'm carryin' a Bible instead of a forty five Rememberin' that poster sayin', "Dead or Alive" The Sunday sermon's over, I look out towards the bar Several men are
When the sun comes a-singin', I'll be waitin' for Jean Jean, Jean, the roses are red And all of the leaves have gone green And the hills are ablaze
no one knows the day has cleared Oh we are blind I'll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom While you are soundly sleeping on the ground And
lightning bolts I'm zappin, rappers, singers, and dancers Faster than you could snap your figures for ransom Cancer is in the flesh, alive and breathin
what they are looking for 'Cause everyone has the sad song inside That will forever keep us alive So where are you? Oh, my listless one Are you still
the four exiles, They left Eireann with heavy hearts. But to see her face and see her smile, Gave the brothers strength to depart. In Albas' hills they
Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive
to a hell Burnin' in the house Spirits are alive A tongue lashing mama Help 'em to survive One, two, three, who should I kill? Everymother fucker running up the hill
The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung for a thousand years The hills fill my heart with the sound of music My heart wants
right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know [Incomprehensible] wounds test their pride Men of five, still alive
came and brought the flood, the rivers have all turned to mud Everything in town has washed away Folks stood on the hill and cried, thankful just to be alive
) She's becoming gold She can hear in the distance The sound of the cars And she sees the snow falling down on the hill Now the trees and the houses Are
alive And I want to die again Shoot free shoot this maker The raptor seeds the raper Hey chief immoralize Come on now we cannot pretend That we are lovers that we are