mouth full of lighters I'm countin' so much money that I caught a hand-cramp I date models you date girls that went to band camp I'ma hurricane, you just
To find a reward Why do i do this why All for the high Torn in half again I still feel the same My head spins like a hurricane I cant see Right in front
hurricane of deception. One of many, you file into the lines. Your hopes and dreams diminished. Is it worth what you're being given? Can all the moments torn
sorrow in her heart Like the testimony of a fun house Mirror that some fool broke apart girl listen here You're just a leaf caught in God's secret hurricane
Saw you in the rain, semi-torn apart With those Alice Cooper eyes watching the storm And you were so strange in that hurricane And I knew that I was just
tide When the anchor drops for the last time I'll be free And I know that I'll be miserable When the hurricanes become unbearable And when the lines get tangled up And the nets are torn
Like a hurricane around your heart When earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits While hoping that the puzzle fits He leaves you,
I Safe In This Place? Cause I Can't Seem To Trust What I Feel It's So Confuzing... Fast Like A Hurricane That's How My Feelings Change Torn Between
all night long To the stars above and we won't be strong We can walk away to the rising dawn As people go to work wondering why our clothes are torn
The Storm of the Century (the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song) Words and music by Chris Foster © January 9th 2003. The keys are the islands along Florida
is a tidal wave My idle, there's a brighter way, fight for it night & day I've built fires inspired to keep my hands warm I've hopped through hurricanes
G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside
G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE! [WC] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! From the westside
B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W.C.] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne Chewed up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes From the westside
lot of bolts of lightning Striking on the people and it's oh so frightening And it looks like the tides are rising Board your doors here comes hurricane
I leave left is land mass, and lava rock literally In tact when it's done, I rise the temperature considerably Exist within my mind so my thoughts are my own My hurricane
arid scorching land It's like a hurricane I caught Between my calloused tired hand You have devastated me And cleared the pavement of the pain And torn