If you heard the devastation in your own words Would you think any different? Would you speak any different? If you had to wipe away my tears Would you
Im just another missing person Just another missing person Im just another missing person waiting to be found When I was younger my options outnumbered
She said take this and youll feel better Will I really feel better when I am dependent? She said take this and youll feel better Will I really feel better
I've yet to come upon the words you need Though I've been searching so endlessly My mind has come alive with a hope inside What will it take to set you
As I reach out my hands to you The one who reaches out for me I can feel confidence And I can feel your strength As I stretch out my arms to you The
you're under foot Not by my hand, but by the maker's You will be humbled; a face of aversion Not by my hand, but by the maker's You will be humbled;
Am I clumsy or just poor with calculations? The figures look so bad when you write them out Its 3 pm, almost 4, and Im still searching Ive been beat down by
wide Connected by hands that wave Double edged-sharp Take part and start the flow of the colour red Old man Prev, an omen, a legend Beats are produced by
[Kanye West] Yeah, yeah I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so sick, I shoulda
;go go girl" being slang for the kind of party-all-ni Oung lady so often sung about in p5 songs. this was a hint that the show was also aimed at
-dooo-dooo-dooo-dooo Dooo-dooo-dooo-dooo-dooo Dooo-dooo-dooo-dooo-dooo DOOOT! (As a kaleidoscope of colours spins, the numbers appear one by one)
. Later] She was disgusted by Conchobar, And vowed she would not be wed. "I love only the man who bears the colours- Black white and blood red". "I know
window change I pass by your house It's so empty to see all the colours have gone Like the wind Blowing snow Down my back And christmas is coming I sit by
fast and the birds sing loud my eyes are coloured with the red that's on the sky and the clouds I see it all through a romantic haze and wait to be cut again by
loads of hoes (ahh yeah) The mega don, everywhere I get it on I fucked every colour, now they call me Benetton Black and the white, red and the bronze
loads of hoes (ahh yeah) The mega don, everywhere I get it on I fucked every colour, now they call me benetton Black and the white, red and the bronze
first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by
open road in a bar room A pick up band plays a new tune When the coloured girls sing I feel my heart boom When a new song hits the right note When a clearing