than your sister Kool Aid is Hooray is the underdog Now my feet under desk It's the presidential favorite Can't believe I got away with my earlier stages Being on stages Having my
used to be You still look the same, but you don't hurt like me Look at my reflection, somewhere my affection Disappeared,isn't here, nothing left to say Memories
keep on hangin' out I'll leave a memory, no doubt That makes you wanna pass out I'll give you somethin' to drink about" You'll find me in here, drinkin' my
up and losing sleep. We?ve only one life to live, no hesitating. The difference between burning out and fading away. (My life starts today) Memories are bittersweet. Somewhere
past oh flashback [Verse 2:] I wish that i could get back with you now dont wanna see another woman around all these memories thought i had you out of my
with The only light in my life Comes from the candlelight, black candles left behind As I'm sitting through the night I'm so cold and dark inside Angel, your memory
This foolish game I play - [My spirit] being subjected to ever new, Devious plots by my mind - Permanently scars my soul! Etched in anguish, memories
to the bone. My voice fell useless you flashed a quick "Hello." Feeling the fool, could you tell it showed? But that was "Sometime Ago." A memory vague
see reflections in your tears and remember the years I remember the times, I pour my heart into these rhymes I got all these memories and I'll never
this how it ends With a simple telephone call You leave me here with nothing at all There are time it seems to me I'm sharing you with memories I feel it in my
s wrong so what should I do? I'm on a plain I can't complain I'm on a plain Somewhere I have heard this before In a dream my memory has stored
: I wanted something better No more monotony I need to find my way I lost my shadow somewhere Now I am incomplete This place is wearing me thin My
a trance One hand is tied To the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad They're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady And
light It's only right These lonely nights I call on my momma to hold me tight Show me right from wrong This road I'm on, I passed my turn But please,
rot in a vase. II. Lost Weekend A train sleeps in a siding The driver guzzles another can of lager To wash away the memories of a Friday night down
high in the sky. In her room she calls out his name. But he is somewhere else, Somewhere she cannot see. Oh, and the night is dark between them now, "My god, my
: Lost somewhere in paradise A lonesome king feels cold at night A dreamy shadow memory A wild desire I'm loving you The hate I felt was never true Impulses