Sing me a song, you're a singer. Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil. The devil is only a maker,The less that you give, you're a taker. And it goes
everything you do Sometimes it hurts to love so bad (When you know you've given it your best) Sometimes it hurts to even laugh (You feel a thousand
Macon City lights I been through hell and half of Georgia but she'll make it worth my life tonight [ guitar ] I coast down through grapevine a glass of it they call a
big screen With a gangsta lean still role with the squad My convertible top is hard yours is rag I bought XX7 he bought me a Jag With a H speed stick
make-believe It's fit for Hollywood She's been grieving Lost the cross she used to wear I'm not the only one I've been playing out A scene and story on a
across the board like a million times before. You're living it up now, just wait until it goes down. How did you get everything you want When you never did a
up late I couldn?t stop thinking about the games that we played And so I took a ride Deep into my mind where I got nothing to hide You?re like a drug
also know I love you. So just why can't you see, It's not up to me If I'm somebody's fantasy. Oh no! I took a ride on a fairytale just for you. So why
sit down you'll need have soles on your pants The wild boar roams on a black chaparral It's a Hell of a place that he has for a Hell The heat in the
Some may struggle and some may fall One only follows, another one leads And while some only endure constant slavery Others satisfy their never ending
cast aside as anger blinds the mind Baptised in flames to lead again To see them take it all a tearing of the heart A thousand reasons for your hate
Down in the city The flames gathered round Churches and buildings In ashes on the ground They think they're goin' to Hell Out in the hollow It drown
temporary blindness, hidden from your lies. You can run, waste away, waste away. You can run, waste away. Hunt you down. Looking in the barrel of a gun
Something like a Mama, the Bull Something salty Something like a Mama, the Bull Something blue Mama Something like a Mama, the Bull Something salty Something
your coca cola sign. your rails. your thin paper wings. paper wings. resonator. :: there is a sound on the other side of this wall. a bird is singing
But back in Nashville they're just a givin' me hell Singing he's gone to hell in a basket one of those hand woven caskets You got a deep question please
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