90 lyrics for "If I'm not here for me"
The world will sing when I am king All these things if I were king Without a care Your head's not heavy, your conscience clear Sins are all forgiven here Yours and mine Fear is gone without a trace It's the perfect time in the perfect place
PlayHold me in your arms tonight Fill my life with pleasure Let's not waste this precious time This moment's ours to treasure We'll make it last forever When the morning sun appears We'll find our way together There's something in your eyes I see I hold you,
PlayParalyzed by my envy of the night I am lost without you here And outside it looks like rain For the last time, I bleed myself dry tonight And nothing I could ever write would help you understand this life There's so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in
Play"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."
PlayYou may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today
PlayOnly for you (Only for you) Put another 'x' on the calendar Summer's on it's deathbed There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends And I meant everything I said that night I will come back to life But only for you (But only for you)
PlayIf I'm not all you need Then just set me free I'm down on my knees If you're not the one for me Then just let me be I'm begging you please I'm praying for closed doors and open windows I'll follow where the wind blows Don't be scared to leave
PlayIf you're not in it for love Let me make it clear To you my dear If you're not If you're not in it for life In it for love Willin' to give it all you got I'm outta here! Mind if I sit down?
PlayI'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a
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