100 lyrics for "You are, are, are, are, are, are!"
Are we growing up or just going down? It's just a matter of time until we're all found out 'Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light Take our tears, put 'em on ice I'll keep singing this lie Take our tears, put them on ice The best
PlayYou just you just, fooling around with me You're so beautiful, you just lay it on me Foxy lady you really are the greatest show in town You want to play, you wanna eat your cake and have it your way You've got it easy and you don't give a damn Foolin'
PlayDoo doo doo lookin' out my back door. Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn. Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band. Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon? Doo doo doo. Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows. Just got
PlayCan't hold on, can't move on You're the weight beneath my sin Now I know that I don't belong, I don't care You're a scar burned into my skin It's the same old fucking story The same old fucking lies I can't believe... You stole my life, you've taken
PlayThinking 'bout you lots lately Or are you moving along? Have you been eating breakfast alone like me? Have you been filling empty beds just like me? Scared of moving on, but you're already gone I know I'm the stupid one who ended it And now I'm the
PlayYou're right there watching me I'm hiding from my shadows Gimme, gimme, gimme space (Gimme, gimme, gimme space) Running inside my dreams I know that you are watching I need a taste of freedom I need some room to breathe But I know that you are watching
PlayThat's the time you must keep on trying Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smile Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though its breaking When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by If you
PlayI'm asking him to change his ways If you want to make the world a better place I'm starting with the man in the mirror And no message could have been any clearer (Man in the mirror) You know it! I'm gonna make a change Take a look at yourself, and then
PlayWheat kings and pretty things Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather vane Jesus In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone
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