Little lamb come out of the rain You'll catch your death in the cold A helping hand, come ease your pain In peace, you'll rest in our fold I can be a
As for this song, I'll set the mood There's nothing wrong, prefer solitude Alone to think, what I don't know Deeper I sink, further I'll go Nothing to
You'll be gone tomorrow You'll be gone tomorrow Gone tomorrow Preoccupied with the latest fashion Hip today, hip today With wide open eyes on the next
So you want me to take it off But just to see what's underneath my cloth I'll show you, I'm every inch a man Measure all that you think you can Because
Respect Always everybody looking for some Respect Who do you think you're gonna get it from? Respect Anybody here deserving of none Respect So tell me
Last round Looks like I'm in for a fight Knocked down There is nowhere left to hide Stick and move When I try to run away Old one two I only end up face
So you're a self proclaimed messiah Or maybe a blasphemes liar A clever hypnotic hoax, a hallowed heretic coax Who tells these stories so old No, never
So tell me what can I do That you couldn't see through From the very start There is only one thing Yet to come from my heart Loving you, unconditionally
To get to the other side? I'm still waiting for the punchline And whoever said, the grass always grows Greener on the other side I'm still waiting for the punchline
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Sun going up making its rounds It keeps on moving, painting the town Before you know it, she's sinking low So tell me something Something I don't already
today don't look so bad compared to tomorrow if time is all we have then we're living on borrowed yesterday's for fools who try to remember the good ol
We rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humour to reveal our tired roles of slave and domination who did you enlighten today humiliate to sell
You did it again, you let yourself be fooled. Why did you think that you had a chance. You took a look around, you said you hae this town. If you do then
I'm sick of everything that has to do with me. Comfort in things with no responsibility. Should I wait to say goodbye? This is not an option now.
I can tell what you're thinking. I can usually read your eyes. This time might be different, so tell me if I'm right. You're a bit unhappy with the decision
If you could be anyone, Who would you be now? I'm asking you to please think of an answer and you can't say yourself oh yeahh You won't find me, or recognize
