wish you were here Drying these tears I cry They were good times It's that time of year For being alone But you're dealing with a heart of stone Try
I'm a stranger here You have no heart of stone I'm feeling so alone I know what hell is Reach out - I'll be there Long as the rose is red Oh do not make
dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
And there was heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast
stretch out by her side" "Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to your hand And I'll waken you in as good a time as any cock in this
the place I was before 'Relax,'said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave! Wasted Time
open sky is not your home Wide as it may be Reality is here among the stones Thorns among the roses Add to what is real Eve, you are a rose Among the
bid adieu to your flowers so gay. For yonder comes Prince Heathen's men And I fear they're coming to take you away." In there come Prince Heathen then, saying "Good
M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U The V, W, X, Y, Z, it's bullshit to me Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
and needs be sure to stop count your blessings smell the roses and fight for something Drowning like a stone or a path overgrown never lie away so for goodness
I got you But it's the craving for the good life That sees me through troubled times When the mind begins to wander to the spoon And I got you Because
uh-huh Don't let it touch you when you want, uh-huh So high and so boss, so ghetto, so hood I don't care for what you feel, so good! In tha Bentley or
count your blessings Smell the roses and fight for something To drawn hate like a stone And walk the path overgrown Never to lay awake And if so for goodness
I slowly started chipping away at this block of stone in an attempt to fashion a way to regain your attention. why won't you hear me out? I started out
the rain came down in buckets submerging good and bad alike waist deep in water you start grabbing at things that you think won't drift or sink down in
come and gone Count the miles child Our hearts are made of stone [Chorus:] Oh, I never believed in "Good-Bye" So, I'll make love to you - One more time
can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's I'm so focused, get on some long nose shit And I'll have the goons surround you on some Rose shit
?t know anything, Knowledge is merely opinion? She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon Vis a vis Some unhippily Empirical comment by me ?Not a good start