100 lyrics for "These, these are"
Is anybody loving you these days Midnight stoplight, happens every time Pretty girl in a car No resemblance whatsover I wonder how you are Constant question poundin' in my brain Lonesome pillow, sun comes yellow I reach across the bed
PlayYou got me spending all these bands on you Damn girl, I'm hypnotized by how the way you dance girl We in this club but I'm wishin' I was yo man girl I don't care what anybody say You got me spending all these bands on you, bands on you bands on you I
PlayAnd we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on
PlayYou can do this, you can do this You are not a lu-lunatic But I can't ignore or betray these voices singing Crazy would be changing your mind Crazy would be leaving it behind It's a beautiful, beautiful day And maybe I should care more about safety Would
Play(Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on) Sing it with me, just for today, Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear
PlayJust pass the just cigarette And take these brain cells out my head 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out So I don't
PlayImaginations from the other side Far out of nowhere It got back to my mind Out of the dark Back to the light Then I'll break down The walls around my heart Where are these silent faces I took them all
PlaySwing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you
PlayRazz the kid Just like the girlies back at corner store Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand Because she love me I'm the chosen one These are the days to not
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