Тексты песен 7 Mary 3

Everything's a blessing in disguise You wear yours I'll wear mine Everything's a blessing in disguise Falling to rise The vanishing me Is aching to be Something you need Thin… Thin as a strand She sta

There's a tall, a mulatto, boy I know And he comes to every party -- he stands alone Viewing them the rest, from the corner of his glance It gets so clear, he's not judging anyone The way his arms flo

Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored Of life in The District. Can't afford the French Quarter high Says it gets old real quick And he pales up next to me Scrawled on the pavement It says: Son, time is all

Margaret came to me was all he said Before she know my name she was in my bed She was only sweet sixteen 20,000 days younger than me Margaret feels the world beneath her feel Shaking like a leaf falls

My my stomach hurts again tonight she says: And crashes on her floor Cuts what she can't untie Ties it to a door If mercy was a cattle call She didn't hear She didn't want to play the role Of the fool

Get down and pray to the oven She thinks that god is there, in there Do you see Sylvia in the oven? Colossal Fact, Daddy's ex don't let you read. Here's what she sees. In the end her only friend, keep

Play me like a player piano Roll me from the corners Of your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano, I sit useless Most of the time The bar gets darker It swallows up the scarlet The barkeep's loo

I wake up To beat the sun from her glory I'm only One cigarette Away from mobility It's always Punch in punch out Go to work and go back home There's only one chance left And I know And I know Where

Words keep falling from my mouth, Trying just to slow them down. Keep on spilling around, Saying, "Why do you hurt me?" And if anger is my gift, The only gift I'm fit to bring, Then put me o

Every season has a lesson to be learned. When all the love is piled, pushed aside, and is burned. No more driving with the top pulled down or laying on the beach. When your winter comes you're so out