Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! Nearer, my God, to thee; Still all my song shall be, E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me, Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be There let

Those beers might as well have been poured out Why are you still showing up and bringing me down? Why do I keep letting you get to me And mess up what that's not what's gonna be? You walk right by crashing my high like I know you will You're like a

Cup full, yeah I'm on Poured up, she ready Leave here, too on Tell me where I'm headed Tree leaf, a little O You know I'm faded Heart shape and I love that Come here, I'm down with it

Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling groovy Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain't you

I breathe you in Now that I breathe in I feel a fire burning underneath my skin I feel a freedom from this hopelessness within Why do I got to learn the hard way Why do I got to burn my bridges down Now that I feel so numb Can’t I just be me for fuck’s

"One of these days you're gonna love me You'll sit down by yourself and think And what good friends we might've been And then you're gonna sigh a little Maybe even cry a little but One of these days you're gonna love me" Used to chase that boy home from

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street

Doo-doo-doo we're on to you Underneath the shaker knit he's a brick wall Tearing her down, talking her down under your breath Making a mess, see she is happy you want to break it You the number one wet blanket Falling for the creep the body leech here he

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot, One that smiled when he flew over the bay, One that smiled when he flew over the bay. Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot, The skies, right before, One that smiled when he flew over the bay My