31 lyrics for "Is the one thing that I had"

Oh child, oh child And I know that I can't pretend that I haven't had my regret From the memories that I've kept, to the history I forget Oh, my father before he left Oh, there's one thing I wish he said "Oh child, just do what you love, 'cause you won't
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Is it too much to ask? That's all I'm asking My shadow's dancing Without you for the first time My heart is hoping You'll walk right in tonight 'Cause if I'm being honest I ain't over you yet And tell me there are things that you regret Waiting here for
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It's hard to learn How tears can burn one's heart But that's a thing that I found out Too late I guess, Cause I'm in a mess My faith has gone Why lead me on this way? I thought there'd be no price on love But I had to pay. If I could perform one miracle
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Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can do to you the things that I can't do? I can take you higher Sometimes it's like someone took a
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There's no need to argue anymore I'd lose you You'll always be special to me Special to me, to me I gave all I could, but it left me so sore And the thing that makes me mad Is the one thing that I had I knew, I knew And I remember all the things we once
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Boulevard of Broken Dreams (feat. John Gallagher Jr., Rebecca Naomi Jones, Stark Sands, Company) (Album Version)
Green Day
Ah ah ah ah ah My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city
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With a satisfied mind How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten Once I was waitin'
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It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone
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