Staring at tears on the pages Of letters that I never could've write Now I know love isn't painless, but it's worth the risk, it's worth the fight Playing
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We're walking along the infinite path While we are shaking from the fear inside It's rising gently and thin But we sense nothing, we don't feel a thing
Can?t believe it?s over, I watched the whole thing fall And I never saw the writing that was on the wall If I?d only knew that days were slipping past
It's just a dangerous bend on a slippery slope Another rainbow's end on the highway of hope It's always next time, always next time Always last time
It feels like the end of time Like something bad is coming You?ve been living in the world of lies Your see through walls are falling It?s getting hard
Lie to me say you were wrong Like you have too many times And I'll believe it's not my fault Like i have too much time So hear me now boy Stay alive '
I'm living lost inside of you And that's exactly where I want to be Girl, I finally realized You give meaning to my life And it's the way you've always
My lost weekend Been more now than a year Oh, I hoped not 'Cause since you put me down My world merely spins around Did you play me for your fool? Oh
The summer breeze in your hair Seems to be so warm and tender Is your love really true? That it can't stand anything Where we gotta go through And I'
LOST WEEKEND (Wayne P. Walker) « © '60 Cedarwood Publishing » Every day is a lost weekend Every day since my baby said goodbye Every day
We are the lost Call the dire We know the cost The prey are the tired Pray for us now Knowing all of the future Pray for the day For tomorrow is coming
Well baby, there you stand With your little head down in your hand Oh my God, you can't believe It's happening again Your baby's gone and you're all alone
I got kinda lost I got kinda lost I got kinda lost in giving I got kinda lost And what can I say Feeling the way I do I'm trying to get it across to
Depressed by the smiles, all the phonies, and the fakes. Depressed because everything's so far away. Depressed by every sound this fucking machine makes
I used to know a little square Back in Paris when I was small All summer long it had a fair Wonderful fair with swings and all I used to love my little
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Freedom from pain is a thing to be sought that only exists in the mind. I try so hard to make life what it's not pretending it's easy to find. The sky