Pete Yorn Lyrics
Pete Yorn Lyrics
"Murray Lyrics"
Slow Country Dance Lyrics
(Mary Chapin Carpenter) Out on the floor the couples are swing To one “Faded Love” on the jukebox tonight You slide in your coins And the music keeps playin
(Mary Chapin Carpenter) Out on the floor the couples are swing To one “Faded Love” on the jukebox tonight You slide in your coins And the music keeps playin
I know a man who lives under his covers
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Lost his mind from the TV
Now he’s playing God
And somebody told him that he was no good at
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He’s talking out of the left side of his mouth
And he won’t follow
These lines he’s drawn for him
And he don’t want to try
Seeing is believing
Last night Was just like a dream Oh girl You were meant for me You were meant for me You were meant for me All night Girl we were so close
Three little boys dress up in the morning
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Come back home from the school yard
Talkin’ bout Love
But on this occasion the boys feel the same
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Something’s holding them back there
I bet it was their mom
And they won’t follow
These lines he’
The Big Fight Lyrics
How could you do it I couldnt say Years built on sand June until may Second to second Lied even while you held my hand Its death for the living Yes i a
drawn for themHow could you do it I couldnt say Years built on sand June until may Second to second Lied even while you held my hand Its death for the living Yes i a
Cause they don’t want to try
Seeing is believing
Lord knows what they see here every night
And we both know
That people change
When truth’s not part of their lives
I’ve seen the love in their eyes
Don’t say goodbye
Goodbye
I know a man who wakes up in the evening
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Lost his mind
Life Without A Cage Lyrics
You used to feel free you used to feel fine now you feel like a captive in your very own mind I hear you've been walking on eggs again perched on the edge of t
rom the TVYou used to feel free you used to feel fine now you feel like a captive in your very own mind I hear you've been walking on eggs again perched on the edge of t
Now he’s blaming God
And somebody told him that he’s good for nothing
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Now he screen prints American T-shirts
Through the night
And he won’t follow
These lines they’ve drawn for him
And he don’t want to try
Seeing is believing
Lord knows what he sees here
Every night