Here's to recollection, to memories and thoughts my only salvation whilst out on the road and it's so far, the distance between won't show where I'm going
For almost two years? I miss her because I thought I'd be waking up to her And dying next to her when I was 99 years old. Every love story has a hero
that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
Just give me the fame Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah And the universe listened A perfect song, my love is wrong So I ache the dark A hero's close, the story
out (let's go out) C In a Blaze of Glory G D All good things must end G C Like three heros in a story
hurts to make it on your own, own You cannot be saved You gave your innocence away, ohh You will be made a hostage of love Hostage of love, hostage of love
Just When I thought I Couldn't Fall No Deeper Somehow I Bumped Right Into Himmmm I Guess The Game Of Love Is Ready To Begin Another Page Added To The Story
't renting I said "I love you" 'cause you gave me head I didn't love you when we got out the bed If I could love you, you know I would But what you giving
it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Ohhh, I love the way you lie
his best friend Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes
, who, who Thought you?d get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have the cake and eat it too Son of a gun Son of a gun You're such a romantic hero
? We leave only a mark Will our story shine like a life Or end in the dark? Is it all or nothing? We don't need another hero, hero We don't need to know
scrambler got Me and my honey, we be like Bobby and Erica Me and my monies, we'll hurt you boulevard and (?) One love, gun love come free the land w/
weirdos, saw widows who played with dildos Nymphos, wrapped they legs around satin pillows Silver robe, holdin the rose Mexicanos, latin and negros Lived the life of thug passion heros
it's only right, since my words all I got And nobody wants to listen when your breath is hot But that's a story in itself so I head to my bedroom
hard and levitate just like I'm GOD, And I'm livin' lovely, I'm in the clouds no one above me, With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love
