in on what i made its just so logical, tragic, magic, pitiful tell everyone that you know that i wont be coming around no more tell everyone i'll be
me) I'll die if I can' t give it away (You cannot give it away) Tell mea?¦ (I can't tell you anything) Tell me you want to be free, tell me, tell me,
? Millennium games, it's all the same Sinners repent, many for fear End of the year, everyone cheers Only a few hear my voice in they ears Everyone else
From new york city to east L.A. Touchdown miami Philadelphia, P.A. Look out your window Hang up the phone Honey, run tell everyone That band is on the
in my face and I'm behind the bassline Someone that I knew but I hardly met Told me, it's hopeless I'm a slut for the New York Times She made my heart
steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler Infested with money an' diamond cluster Lets talk in laymen terms, rotten apples an' big worms Early birds an' poachers, New York
a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic Grew up in the world alone God forgot about them, hmm Forced to fend for themselves In the Rotten Apples of New York
decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full
I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full
game There are fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face
uncurable And I?m up all night Stone-faced in New York City Trying to set things right -- She talks with her hands and she?s saying goodbye Nobody?s gonna? tell
dotted man with a stalk of jacaranda They're all diabolical bozos Oh look around what do you see tell me what's become of humanity from California shores to New York
everyone so busy Making plans up and down the avenue A flash of silver caught the public eye And we all turned to stare into the New York sky To face
Adidas You as hip hop as Garth Brooks and as manly as gartar belts And if you're so creative, talk about something other than yourself No, I'm not dissing New York
. The clouds ran away, opened up the sky And one by one I watched every constellation die And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard Face to face
think since I came from New York, you know, I'm really . . . Don: Are you from New York? Phyllis: Yeah, you can't tell! Huh? Don: No . . . Phyllis: I tell
loved his Camaro, maybe more than life itself. Oh, it was no big deal, he was just taking her to the airport. It was autumn in New York City. It was
god to tell me about it On my knees, screaming with pain On the sixth floor, in New York City So I'm telling you about it Everyone doesn't have to
