It's ok, she don't want the world A brand new morning shines As she wakes up alone again This time to face the day She swears there's time to make it As
Lane] On an early summer morning, July '69 As I dream of the planets I hear a voice softly whisper: 'son, it is time It's happening soon' It's a quarter
a world I find so hard you find so beautiful There's a hope in you deep inside for me." The colors of her mind Bleed into each other As the morning
like a song that captures my heart With a sweet melody (ooh ooh ooooh) I like the blue sky in the morning Reflecting on the sea I like the sound of a
' up In smoke with all our memories..!!! [Eminem] This morning, you wake, a sun-ray hits your face... Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction... Hush, baby, speak softly
' up In smoke with all our memories This morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction Hush baby, speak softly
In smoke with all our memories Eminem It's morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction Hush baby, speak softly
sit softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin I thought about the
pillow when I woke up this morning They were on the letter I tried all day to write And just a little while ago I saw them falling on your picture as
through lovin' you Softly as a child born in natural rain I predict the seasons to go unchanged Sometimes in life you run across a love unknown Without a
Let me in, the voice cried softly, from outside the wooden door. Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance, Blood stained the icy
Southern half is burning as we climb through the sky Sea birds softly falling, smoke way up high There's the contours of the mountains, the deserts and plains And a
woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning
her close And a soft wind is blowing her hair Sara Beth is scared to death As she sits holding her mom ?Cause it would be a mistake for someone to take A
Sara beth is scared to death as she sits holding her mom cause it would be a mistake for someone to take a girl with no hair to the prom for this morning
my head I like a song that captures my heart With a sweet melody I like the blue sky in the morning Reflecting on the sea I like the sound of a birdsong