1986, there's Roos on my feet.I'm riding in the back seat staring at the back of my momma's head.I'm daydreaming my day away.I make a wing with my hand and stick it out the window.Oh, nothing but safety and wonder.Sunlig . . .
There are a lot of things you never sayI read between the linesI admit at times I've been unclearI'm coming cleanThis time next yearThey say the more you loveThe less you knowAnd there are places we should never goAnd th . . .
I don't know what I did to make you smilebut it's sure been a while since I've been able to pull that off.So when you coming down tonight?Go out and have a good time.If we can find a little something to do.When everythin . . .
From way up on the 100th floorthe people look like nothing more than ants just bumping into one another.If you grew up way too slow in a small town under snowthen you get a little nervous around people that you never met . . .
You've got the biggest green eyes they've ever seenAnd in that red dressThere's no contestYou're the prettiest one aroundAnd you reach down in your purse to check your phoneAnd already there's five guys trying to light i . . .
Why does your shape attract my eye?Is it the chemistry of our young bodies prodding us in such hot pursuit of a lie?We chase a quickly fading phantom.Treasure baby!If that is so, then one day it shall go.Disappearing as . . .
Let the mouth of hell bare its shiny teeth.Let the flames reach high and singe my tired feet.Remove the plank.Yeah, expose the mystery.Show them polar opposites.Don't show them in-betweens.If this is what you got then th . . .
If you want to be great when you're not even good you got to strive to be misunderstood.You must appear to know what no one else could know.You gotta put on a show.Reality, it just don't sell.Please don't broadcast your . . .
When I was a kid I held on so tight.I held on so tight when I was a kid.Then life opened up like a little rose.So I stopped right there and opened up my nose.And there was some hope that fate would come and reveal its ma . . .
He saw your bike chained to a tree right outside the library.Pulled over to go inside to see if you might need a ride.But his head started thinking.His confidence shrinking.He couldn't make up his mind.Behold the king of . . .
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