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When you play, Plectrum pressed Between your lips, Guitar resting On your hips, I could watch forever..
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When you play, Plectrum pressed Between your lips, Guitar resting On your hips, I could watch forever..
I want you to understand, This wasn't my master plan, long-term ulterior motive, Or selfish agenda.
Hold me up, Make me be late, Hold me for a while longer, Kiss me once more, Whisper in my ear, Hold my hands, Hold me down, Just don't hold back!.
Somebody said it could be done, But he with a chuckle replied; that maybe it couldn't, but he wouldn't be one to say so until he tried.
It lives, it breathes, My happiness it weaves, My heart, my reason, My summer every season, My start, my end, My star, my treasured friend, My answer, it's clue, My everything, it's you.
the city blinks the sky's lid closing the wind tickles me like lashes and the moon brushes my cheek the night takes me in holds me tightly, safely.
Jump, jump, jump down Jump from the cosmos above From the black, the silver dust From the imagination of God The endless, limitless bounds Come and stand with us Stand with your chest puffed out Lock...
The moon the moon there it stays. Gives hope of another day. Glistening with the suns rays. Letting know of what awaits. Fantasies in my head plays. Of little men who dance in the rays.
Waking up once more to the endless grey, The only jungle where the weak needn't fear the strong, This place will swallow you up they say, But only when you treat her wrong A.
You're so beautiful Some nights when you Are not here I recall our times And laugh as though Watching an old television show.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock four, Huddled in my misery, Queuing in the downpour, Washing away what's left of my cure, At least that's what I call it, Gold white and pure, Five o'clock,...
When life is treating you harshly, When you're somewhere you don't want to be, There are many cures for many ills, But Peroni works for me. A.
The day is ending. Our love is not. I just want to say forget me not. Close your eyes an think of me. Cause in your thoughts I hope I'll be. Your in my head, your in my heart.
In a room surrounded by rosettes, I realise we have nothing in common except the desire to be together, Blue on white on skin is more than enough for me, Though I wonder what she would think.
We all know the story of Mary and that of the virgin birth Of Wiseman, stables and donkeys and when Jesus did walk the earth We know of the Holy Father and the son who died for our sins But nothing...
I want to paint what I think But my mind is on the brink Of falling down a deep dark well A place you do not want to dwell No ladder to escape the night Just need wings and I'll take flight.
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Dancing with her neath the citys red lights. Where you left me, you said I dance too slow. I have a new partner these lonely nights. And none of the dancers will have to know.
Walking down a solemn road, Distant thunder peals, I ready my blade, Fire sparks in my hand, I run to the town, Destruction lines the path ahead, Fire licks the ground, People flee from the...
Roses are blue Violets are red If you agree, you've rocks in your head.
My bestest freind Through thick and thin You stuck with me Without a second whim.
Green Brown Shell Stubby Slow Webbed Feet Loved.
Hoy la he vuelto a ver mientras el Sol aún reinaba. Frente a mi portal tímidamente asomaba una sonrisa. Por Ella todavía sonrío de vez en cuando..
Yesterday I was a thinker. Today I am an inventor. Tomorrow others will think of me. ~Dedicated to Steve Jobs and every other innovator out there.