Crimson and clover, honey It's me, your little Venice bitch If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love Over and over, honey On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, miss you on my lips Callin' out, bang

When the lonely heart breaks It's the one that forsakes It's the dream that we stole And I'm missing you more Than the fire that will roar There's a hole in my soul For you it's goodbye For me it's to cry For whom the bell tolls

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It's been way too long Since I seen you, looked you in your eyes Riding 'round the town and staying out, don't wanna say goodbye Everything's so different now You're just what I'm missing now But I know that I can't have you back, I

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've

Baby it's gon' be okay (she used to tell me that) Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin') Baby it's gon' be okay (I really miss hearin) I know that my savior lives And at the end, he will stand on this earth My flesh may be destroyed, yet from

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

Ah, found the piece, the missing part Found the hands to heal these broken Bones, you're the key my heart It's beating loud so everybody knows Be the light that you are Shine like fire in my heart Hold me tight in the dark Oh my God, I can feel it I can