hub dawg you know? Peelin' slugs at your mug Dealin' drugs in front of the projects My projects, more, more scatter, more street Untold stories, shootout
when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there [ banjo ] Now I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone going home Where the New York
I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. CHORUS Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface, but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity. now here's another story; logical Function: "keeps
alone I dream alone, I dream alone, I dream alone Rows of simple houses, kids out on the street Windows all aglow from the brand new TV sets Screen door
sky We in this together, son your beef is mine Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list Know what I mean, have a situation like this Another war story
want to help you comfort and love you I want to always be with you [ piano ] And when I'm with you things hold more meaning Familiar old ove songs and stories seem new
comfort there, la la la la la la [repeat chorus] And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters
A careless leper Too comfortable in his own world To notice the the older wounds Have new infections With new intentions Darkness settled in behind me
Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight 9000 miles away I hear your songs, but I - I seek the comfort of the bottle and then I let my mind to
I am willing to take For life everlasting, I return to the womb Day by day, from birth, page by page, the script we enact To an unsound story of conquest
will you watch all over me in those creeping hours' fall like supernova flash exploding daily star an inscrutable force she-wolf awakes comforter &
comfort you but I do, cuz I need it too I can't depend on you to fear the time limit If you make me feel rushed, It's set C'mon the story is beginning
a glorious departure from her everyday life. Constant swelling of the ankles...A pleasant cry for help... She began to unfold her story. A grieving widow
new year never came Little comfort, little comfort I?m afraid you?re not enough I?ve had some learning both unwelcome and unkind And it seems there?s but one story
lover The jewel of Bucharest Outside in New Haven The wind it blows so cold Inside the smell of cabbage Is like a story seldom told For the comfort
were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York
us all. The outer space takeover. Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls. Their stories have been mocked... their