Out on the Wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed
's where the story ends People I see, weary of me Showing my good side I can see how people look down I'm on the outside Here's where the story ends
glory, God displays On the canvas of creation through the poem of history In the pattern of redemption running through the tapestry Your life in Christ can be the greatest story
the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her This is the story
a story It's hard to hide a lie Every face tells a story And yours is saying goodbye You're always telling stories You're always telling me lies You're always telling stories
's a love story in the making Something that was meant to be A heart patiently waiting for a little bit of destiny A sweet love story is all she needs
The stars will cry the blackest tears tonight And this is the moment that I live for I can smell the ocean air Here I am pouring my heart onto these
to Spanish immigrants I speak in codes, man to severence Always quiet than ben dichon to my madre Even though she did nuttin' for me Acknowledge me as I run down my life story
bath Straight an' narrow is how niggas should live, live Good night, good night Knock 'em out the box Black Thats right Black Rob, the craziest presentation All you bitches Bad Boy, life stories
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to both sides of the story You never listen you won't listen to me I'm cut from the same mold I don't read from the same old story I'm not cut fromthe
Partly owned tuder house Wooden white picket fence Mother waits for father In a backless dress Hardly used diaphragm Put back into its case A one way
painting on a wall Then I think we would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges Like a story
Was is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did He come to save? Did He come at all? And if I dried His feet, with my dirty hair Would He make me
On a string On a string On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above So I swing and I sway wave my hand
we won't have to worry no more No, we won't have to until again About how this song or story ends About how this song and story will end
Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train