Too much of anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt. Is
Too much of anything can make you sick Even the good can be a curse, curse Makes it hard to know which road to go down Knowing too much can get you hurt
Another day another chance to get it right Circumstances sabotage me in spite of what I try No matter what I do There's always something keeping me away
As a means of release Pick up my little pieces of heaven, oh 'Tis a social disease when I cry As you head for the door I want it all, you can take it
Con este amor ilogico Ya estamos cerca del total descontrol Con este amor irracional Hay guerra siempre que tratamos de hablar Un dia estamos casi odiandonos
Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake Thirty-one candles on her birthday cake Next year I thought by now she'd have a man Two car-seats in a minivan But
Like a cloud full of rain shouldn't hang in the sky Ice shouldn't burn or a bumblebee fly If you feel so happy, then why do you cry? Oh, nothin' 'bout
And this kind of love makes me feel ten feet tall It makes all my problems fall And this kind of trust helps me to hold the line I'll be there every time
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Well I can't stop my hands from shaking, when you call me and you want to meet And I get to the corner an hour before
Oh, whoa, yeah You may say I?m dreaming I know I?m dreaming I got to take things in my own stride And ride with the tide What I want is to be with you
I love you more than the first sunset The first star I saw I would surely bet So how could you ever, could you ever forget? You're here but you're gone
Oh my boy, what have you done? Did you go out surfing on a frozen sea? Did you scare the livin' daylights out of me? Did you go too far to drive away
Free my eyes Fill the skies We've been dancing in your absence Da da da? Morning, hola, soleil We've kept the darkness light Dancing for the sun To come
People say a lot when they want the job, yeah Lining up sideways around the block "It's not for the money" she say to you Almost convincing herself that
They're praying on bended knees In their beds and on the dirty streets Lights are out on all the Christmas trees Feels like everyone's about to freeze
The only place I hang my hat is in my dreams The only time I feel at home is in my dreams The only place I'm not alone is in my dreams The only place
Once you were just a friend of a friend at the bar I didn't see you as my type at all But I was stranded with no ride home So, we drove the beach road
The last samba The last samba is playing Don't waste me it seems to be saying For soon this crescent moon will fade Becoming only broken shell And half