| Amy Winehouse – Help Yourself Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| Isn't it "but we all become what we once hated"??? | |
| Ray LaMontagne – Stones Throw From Lonesome Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Upon further reflection, I believe it is Maggie stops, n' locks the door, Shes sixty four, She steps down into the street... |
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| Ray LaMontagne – Stones Throw From Lonesome Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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These are horrible, so bad that I am rewriting this whole thing... The sun it fell down, On the rising sea Where (maybe 'when'?) the bishop outgrew his pew... Big money mans Got his hands all over me Lets hope he dont put em on you My fishing wells, They overflowed, spilled on down to the green grass The chapel bell rose back then tolled Go on a-tollin' Till the tollin' passed... Maggie Stuffs(?) unlocks the door Shes sixty-four She steps down into the street Oh, the city sounds Like a one-man band And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet The queen she laid down, With the fiddlers son, But it was the words she used to see... She said to him, Lets go down, To where the grass is tall and brown... You can lay that rhythm down, Right on me Right on me Right on me Yeah nah nah Wipe your eyes child, With your head down low, Yes I believe in time you'll grow some... Look around, Theres a big old world, A stones throw from lonesome... Lonesome Lonesome |
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| Coheed and Cambria – The Willing Well III: Apollo II: The Telling Truth Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| all i can say is, jesse-- just come look at what your brother did!!!!!!! | |
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