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To most of them I already died. And whatever it is about you I've always hated. Is something about myself I just couldn't hide. And I'm going going baby I'm gone. So cry me a river to the other side of the morning. To where the morning don't come. To where the morning don't come. To where the morning don't come.
On the horizon and fading away. And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh. I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath. Maybe she'd take me to France. Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance. In a mansion on the top of a hill. She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill. Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin.
Sep 25, 2001 · [Chorus] And maybe she'd take me to France Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance In a mansion on the top of a hill She'd ash on the carpets And slip me a pill Then she'd get me pretty loaded ...
The scars became the lessons that we gave to our children after the war. There ain't nothing but the truth up on Magnolia Mountain. Where nobody ever dies. Steady your soul and ease your worry. They got a room for you. Lie to me like I lie to you. Calm me down until the morning comes. And if the morning don't come.
Sep 25, 2001 · I'm sure that he treats you just fine. So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tears. All of your roses have died. [Chorus 3 - Outro] Better luck in the next life. I'll miss you, but go on ...
But I never wanted to be your rollin' train. I never wanted to be your dancin' shoes. I just wanted you to love me. I just wanted you to love me. Touch, feel and lose. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. Thought maybe I could be some kind of shelter. Oh, your storm, how it raged. You know your kisses, they're like lightnin' and thunder.
Left me drowning in your curly hair. In your thousand-dollar shoes. So pour me something extra. So I won't know what to say. You left me standing in the station. In Manhattan in the rain. And I don't know how to forget you, but I'll try. Give me a little more time, maybe. I'm sorry about everything, baby.
