DH: You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips MM: And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips DH: You're trying hard not to
I am done, smoking gun We've lost it all, the love is gone She has won, now it's no fun We've lost it all, the love is gone And we had magic, and this
Someone's in love with someone Who doesn't love them back Their body's like a hollow room They carry around an empty feeling Wherever they go, wherever
See your mama and the candles and the tears and roses I see your daddy walk his daughter down the aisle And my knees start to tremble as I tell the preacher
Staring at tears on the pages Of letters that I never could write I know love isnt painless but it's worth the risk it's worth the fight Playing it over
I got the fucked up blues I got the fucked up blues Lord, what can you do About the fuckin' fucked up blues Well, the beans have been bakin' Upon the
All day long I sit by the riverside Watching the sunrise and the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above
Can?t believe it?s over, I watched the whole thing fall And I never saw the writing that was on the wall If I?d only knew that days were slipping past
Confusion in her eyes that says it all She's lost control And she's clinging to the nearest passer by She's lost control And she gave away the secrets
It's just a dangerous bend on a slippery slope Another rainbow's end on the highway of hope It's always next time, always next time Always last time
Oh my god You done lost yo muthafucking mind You must have lost yo mind You must've just lost yo mind (Yo mind) You must've just lost yo mind (Yo mind
Standing on the corner Trying to hail a cab You tap me on the shoulder My heart about to stop, it was fine You asked me for directions You was going
[Shiest Bub] Yo it's Shiest Bub yea you know I'm a veteran 10th grade I was a VARSITY letterman Introduced to crack, Now we headed to Maryland Feinds
We were drinkin' with Pollak He drank a 5th of vodka He told me that he loved me and then he kicked me in the chest ? ? heart ache the chances of us
(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) With Kool Keith Girl: Irina. Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis Drums/Keys
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're trying hard not to show it, baby
You never close your eyes Anymore when I kiss your lips There's no tenderness Like before in you fingertips You're trying hard not to show it, But baby
Written by don helms and hank williams Recorded by ray price feb. 8, 1952, with the drifting cowboys (d) you ask me why my (d7) heart's so (g) sad, And
