i'll trace my steps backwards so far until all my tears run dry looking further from what is feared the most i'll cherish this time i'll face hate confusion
i'll trace my steps backwards so far until all my tears run dry looking further from what is feared the most i'll cherish this time i'll face hate
Completely complacent, so decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something to give but that something is always me You consume what you're able, I get crumbs
Kate Monster: There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend; There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend; And you never know 'til
Kate Monster: The Monsterssori School...I don?t even know where to start! Christmas Eve: Do you know who get idea and collect All the money and buy
Being in a strip club watching her dance but we do more than dancing I can see in her eyes we're on some deep, deep romance thing Heaven knows I never
Once upon a time I used to be alive, I lived and loved, I laughed and cried. But I've fogotten how 'cause that was then and this is now I'm down so low
How would I know about your life? And how about a long night How do you follow the sun? And how do you stay under the thumb There's a fine line between
This is not the way out It's clear to you And speaks some truth So in the end I might know what to say A combination of Carelessness that's managed
Lost my job in the darkest place, Going to get back up Clean my face, And take that longest ride I talked to the man with the busy pen Tired of being
Wayne Watson Ephesians 5:15/I John 2:6/Philippians 4:11-12 There's a fine line Between contentment and greed Between the things that I want
There's a fine line between love and hate And you've crossed both sides If I was a puppet then you'd be my master, to pull my strings forever after So
There's a fine line between love and hate And you've crossed both There's a fine line between love and hate And you've crossed both If I was a puppet
(Paul McCartney) There is a fine line, between recklessness and courage It's about time, you understood which road to take It's a fine line, your decision
I told my mom goodbye when I was eighteen She told me bye for good at age seventy-three She was an angel right here on earth There was sure a fine line
Completely complasive So excitedly vacant I keep waiting for something to give But that something is always me You consume what your able I get crumbs
They said shut and listen; we've heard your excuses. Your life is a little more useful than useless. You've got potential to change your life with a pencil
There's a curve in the highway just south of town Where a man has pulled over to figure life out With only his conscience and the lonesome sound Of