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These words are coming from me, I know it She knows it These words are coming from him, He knows it I know it These words are breaking apart, In my
Climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing... Look, at how futile this is, I'm so weak, so fragile, so torn. Going round and round, going inside To the
In the hall lights flicker hum With her buckles still undone She hides beneath her blue trench coat Gaze so soft, yet so remote In that dusty uniform
You can have my autograph I think I?ll sign it love to you But should I sign it just for you Stairway to the stars I think I?ll write good health to
I'm gazing up at the faces staring blankly at me I suppose it's just a sign of the times. They tell me that tomorrow will never arrive But I've seen it
Nothing can stop him now no one can top him now I guess I'll have to let him go Up, up, up, the ladder of success (up, up, up, up.) Once he let me share
I spend my whole life climbing ladders Playing catch with the stars A million miles away from disaster And invincible unbreakable hearts I spend my life
Today and everyday Today and everyday Today and everyday Today and everyday I'm standin' here in your closet Unbuttonin' all your clothes I sleep in
Got you where I want you motherfucker I got five up on your dime And if you wanna peep on something Peep what I got stuck between your eyes And since
Growin' up as a kid tough skins and Afros Wasn't South Central but still it came natural There wasn't nobody to watch my back Didn't wanna be strapped
Once upon a time in the land of sinaplenty There lived a king who didn't deserve 2 be He knew not where he came from Nor where he was going He never once
Estoy harta de correr atras de ti De subir escaleras de arena De vivir en una nube y por fin entendi Que tu amor envenena A contra corriente mi corazon
Everybody wants to leave this town, But don't let that one red light slow you down, Go on and chase your crazy dreams around, A piece of tin blew off
Go upstairs, take off your clothes I've got something for you tonight Lit the candles, put down the shades Gonna make you feel alright Baby, I've been
You asked me to a party To a house just by the moon You gave me silver loving The end was much too soon You asked me to the theater In a place quite
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Blue master Thatcher got a well laid plan to make himself a singularly self-made man new Paris shirt, Ives Saint Laurent you
I met a fan dancer down in southside Birmingham She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand She said he's trying to save me But I'm doing