I'm a man who has lived my life alone In seclusion, confusion, I'm dying, all I wanted was a son I would take him on my knee, hold him close to me Provide
Show me anyone The patient is gone It hasn?t been breathing Since it learnt right from wrong Any innocent, got discontent This is why children sing lament
After every day, after Thanksgiving sell Malls just ain't complete Without a bunch of decorations And a paper angel tree There's artificial smiles On
Don't need no ring, no wedding band We don't need no paper plan Just take my hand, for you're my man All we we need to understand The rules of love are
Well, this stone that I have swallowed Isn't going down so well And this road that I have followed Is leading me to Hell And you said it didn't matter
PAPER BUNNY (Hank Mills) « © '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » Living in a rundown cold one room apartment With a dirty alley on the
Don't build for me paper mansions that only stand until you've gone You paint the nastiest futures of anyone I know You always leave me holding on to
Don't build for me no paper mansions That only stand until you've gone You've paint the nastiest futures Of anyone I know You always leave me holding
U THINK ITS A GAME SEVEN FIGURE NIGGA COMIN FRESH OUT THA TRAP A FORMER DRUG DEALER WIT A VEST AND A STRAP IN A 7 1 IMPALA WIT A TECH IN MY LAP MAKE
So you're trying to do what they did Your friends that turn to liquid And got lost in the sea And now you?re drowning me With your talk of full eat clovers
Paper, iron, won't buy Eden Working for paper and for iron Work for the right to keep my tie on Working for paper and for iron Work for the unicorn and
Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn For every living day I give myself a hand Now I'm scroungy as can be I got all you normals looking at me
taste it in the air so sweet because they come alive my visions of the city street all of electrify I feel your heat I never wanna let you go I rock
It's too late It's too late now To pry away, to pry away My candle burns on both ends So where does it leave us Standing emptier than we ever left you
Good morning When you look into the mirror Do you see a face you hardly recognize? If you look into the sun too long Do the things you see begin to burn
Halloween in New York On the way home from London Eight weeks on tonight still But all the other winter's I spent She lived in a house Where Mission
Do they not have pen or paper where you are? 'Cause I haven't heard from you in ages I relive each memory From time to time, read notes exchanged With
An attempt to erase Every memory that bares your name But every thought you invade What was there has become dust Yet I pray for it's resurrection