Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone like me, someone like me, like me Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone
read Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone like me, someone like me, like me Someone won't go to sleep tonight Someone is gonna hurt inside Someone
: (Alice Cooper, Rick Boston, Ryan Roxie) Walkin' through the tombstones Go there everyday Stood damn still I got a chill Someone walked across my grave
take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come And push back
so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New York and Boston now
so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the Ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New York and Boston now
very last time I felt a simple thing going past Was it the day in old Georgia When you were trying to take a bath? She sees the Day Lily's Boston sign
Subhumans gatefold I'm not trying to be a jerk but I don't think this record mergers gonna work but when I saw Christ on Parade, and This is Boston,
Over a head full of dreams 22 years of living in an army bag on a stranger's front seat She's going to Sioux Falls She's going to Boston She's going anywhere
: [xV:] Could someone tell me who this is all for And why I'm on the mirrors edge running on walls for? 20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this shit is uncalled
: [Verse 1] I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just
rock I'm not trying to be a jerk But I don't think this record mergers gonna work But when I saw 'Christ On Parade' and 'This is Boston, Not LA' I knew
[XV] Could someone tell me who this is all for and why I'm on the mirrors edge running on walls for? 20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this sh-t is uncalled for
damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fam tide, so I need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit, someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my
damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fame tide, so I need a real chick Someone to keep it real wit, someone to rob and steal wit Someone to share my
I never made it back to Boston I've always been a rambling man But by the time I got to Phoenix She didn't quite fit in my plans I lost my heart in San
to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come and push back
