I shined your shoes I poured the wine I gave you all of my time I patched your fake smile Against your friends Which apparently is a crime I gave you
Which of the witches do you belong The one with the eye patch or the one that's highly strung? I know you can't trust anyone How do you capture a photograph
Ashes to ashes Some dust on the dash I've got my cigarettes but I can't find the fire that's calming me down I was just out on a night with my friends
Baby, baby, baby, baby, listen what I say Baby, baby, baby, baby, let me have my way I'm gonna keep on knockin' till the door unlatches You and me are
I've been waiting for the right time to tell her how I feel I've been waiting so long to say what's on my mind But I just don't think she's gonna understand
We met at The Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge I lit your cigarette, then you wrote your number down On the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on
Written by Keith Stegall and Charlie Craig Matches, I need some matches 'Cause I've still got one old bridge I need to burn Teacher, I need a teacher
Haftbefehl: Was ist los Man? Hast du irgendein Problem Man dann ruf an, komm ran nach Oldtown! Das sind Flows Man! Haftbefehl Ich bin brutal, schlag
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I'm moving on, It's time to face it so let's just say goodbye, I'm leaving tonight, And through these cracks you see my soul, But you will never take
She sits alone at this cafe. Never looking over her shoulder, But feeling every change. This scene is all but picture perfect. Is it worth it? As the
Children play with matches start a fire(x2), Don't ever do what you're told, The old are just old, Children play with matches start a fire. Children
Where have you been?Where you're the reasons alcoholics call it fair-weather for a binge? My colleague's kids all have doctorates and mine is making permanent
By shot three I've got the fortitude to move past the prelude and explain how this escalates. I left her with an incomplete goodbye, then caught the midnight
This all started at a party. The exposition started at a party just like tonight. Not a formal with neckties and wine. Our bottles came in bags with Colt
I'm leaving. Yeah, I heard you the first time. Hypocrites are making hasty exits. I just wanted to say goodbye. Good luck at the high rise but the regret
While I sit and chat, you hold a staring match with the floor mat. You see, that's what I mean, Sweetheart. my life's like a container that sorts your