75 lyrics for "And all that I ask"

Go 'head do what you came to do You want the truth, you can't handle the truth We on a need to know basis and you don't need to know Wanna know all the things that I used to do When I keep it on the real you get an attitude You want to follow my past
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What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the Lord in Heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?
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All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than
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You, I know you`re everything That I've been looking for And I, I look into your eyes And could not ask for more So it`s only fair to lay it on the line Hold on, I`m gonna need a little time But if I ever fall in love again Sometimes when this broken
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Is it too much to ask? That's all I'm asking My shadow's dancing Without you for the first time My heart is hoping You'll walk right in tonight 'Cause if I'm being honest I ain't over you yet And tell me there are things that you regret Waiting here for
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But when it comes to loving, He'd better leave me alone, 'Cause I've got you baby, And you give me all the love I need, Yes you give me all the love I need All that I want is someone to take care of me, I'm not asking for love, Just a little sympathy.
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Speak to me You make me feel like I'm fucking drowning (I need to cut you out, I need to cut you out) You made my world come crashing down around me (I need to cut you out) Black is all that I see You used to be all that I needed I need to cut you out, I
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Rest your head now don't you cry Don't ever ask the reason why I, lost all I had (that April day) I, turned to my friends (nothing to see) I, wrote down a name (and read it twice) I, wallow in shame I, said that I love (eternal skis)
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Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I’d ask him what the matter was But I know that he don’t talk And the ladies treat me kindly And they
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