100 lyrics for "In the end, in the end"
Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd And Lord knows she's beautiful Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore Lord knows the usuals leaving a body sore She take the little
PlayWherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style some day You dream maker, you heart breaker
PlayBecause I had you But I can tell that you're happy It's time for me to finally meet somebody new Take her to all the places that I took us to And she might help me forget, but loving her is something I could never do Because I had I think it's time that
PlayIn a restless world like this is Love is ended before it's begun And too many moonlight kisses Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun When I give my heart It will be completely Or I'll never give And the moment I can feel that
PlayAnd breathe me Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me, I am small, Help, I have done it again I, have been here many times before Hurt, myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame I'm needy, wrap me up oh
PlayBust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) And clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh) Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama All I need is information on your crib and armour When it
PlayWhat about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? What about all the times you said you had the answers? What about all the broken happy ever afters? Oh, what about us? What about love? What about trust? Oh, what about love? What about
PlayMy man is my man is your man Bright ideas We got bright ideas Her, this her man too Her, that's her man I just keep him satisfied through the weekend You're like 9 to 5, I'm the weekend Make him lose his mind every weekend
PlayAnd get me wicked up Shake it up You could be breaking up, making up You can't be faking it, Making it from my love With all this tragedy, don?t get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, down the road to both of you
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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