31 lyrics for "'Cept You and me."
If I held my ground would you ask me to change This drought bleeds on now we're dancing for rain These worlds collide but the distance remains We point the finger, never accept the blame and I know, I know We drink the air but its so not the same Were
PlayI like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when To be young and in love in New York City To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me To be drunk and in
PlayWould you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good
PlayThe Times They Are a-Changin' (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - October 1992)
Tracy Chapman
For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'
PlayThis is who I am I got my own life to live Girl this is how it is And I'm not trying give up myself to make your life better You can either accept me or baby let me go Cause it's not really me This is my world You can either accept me or Baby this is my
PlayAnd it's you I miss So let it out It seemed perfect, The concept, Free from any regret Another couple based on teen sex You idiot, true I was just like you You see we were just like glue And let it out, now
PlayAnd alone I stand No allegiance Defiant I withstand This resistance I reject what you demand A day of great tribulation is upon us A time of deception conflict and unrest I will not cower in fear and submission I will hold my ground and resist
PlayDrinkin' again and thinkin' of when, when you loved me I'm havin' a few and wishin' that you were here Makin' the rounds, accepting a round from strangers Bein' a fool just hopin' that you'll appear Sure, I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a bad
PlayMy story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know in this case When I'm out in a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from
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