My little run away Always try to hide away Seems that you're livin' I won't let you go, no, no I'd never walk away Always here for you to stay Still
: Now the funeral grounds Are at last awash With the blackness Of this frigid autumn night I've lurked into the graveyard With pick and spade in tow
happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that can and hope to last May
Into the cool autumn breeze The snow has now fallen And my sun's not so bright I struggle to hold on With the last of my might In my den of inequity
cool autumn breeze The snow has now fallen And my sun's not so bright I struggle to hold on With the last of my might In my den of inequity Viciousness
09:56] My eyes filled full With desire fulfilled All my dreams came true All the world, And all of you Everyday there's a constant reminder Of all the
crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me
say goodbye to crying eyes and broken dreams And get back to the joy that to each other we will bring That starts from summer love to last through autumn
a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; eff it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to
: Take the last train to nowhere by the time that you get back, i'll be here somewhere in this crowd of straight-faced lies and lost among the miles
fell from your eye 'Cause he was gone Autumn Jones Yeah, I understand your soul feels like cryin' You have every reason to there's no denying But the last
: Mid beautiful flowers, bright fields and clear streams We pass precious hours of summer and dreams The birds' gentle twitter, the frog's silver peep
cleanest cumulus polluted and looted to fuel someone's greed Leaks your blood, sweat, and tears crystal clear freeze unreluctantly From Mariana's trench to mama's
to me Are you lonely, are you lonely? Are you lonely when the night comes down? Bitter fruit of the day's frustration Traded for the night's lonely dream
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reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Mister, I'm too good to call or write my fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's